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Our Leader 

and the COMPLETE 
POETICAL WORKS 

of 
WILLIS VERNON COLE 

ft 

CONCORD EDITION 



°£ 



New York 

Cambridge Press 

1920 



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Copyright, 1907, 1908, 1913, 1917, 1920. 
BY 

WILLIS VERNON COLE 



All Rights Reserved 



23 1920 
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Contents 

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OUR LEADER 

MARY MAGDALENE 

SONNETS OF SOUL 

POEMS OF SPIRITUAL HEALING 

SONGS OF THE PILGRIMAGE 

SONGS OF ARMAGEDDON 



REVELATION OF ST. JOHN 
THE DIVINE 



This edition is limited to one 
thousand copies of which this 
is No. 



Note: — This work does not purpose the teaching of Christian Science. 
The writer respectfully declines all literary engagements. 



NOTES TO 
FORMER EDITIONS 

The purposes of this edition of poems may be adduced 
from the following revised prefaces to former editions. 

^PREFACE TO «OUR LEADE% 
AND OTHE% POEMS" 

AS THE mist of materialism vanishes from 
the earth, melted by the sunshine of 
Truth, the glory and grandeur of eternal Mind 
comes to view and man "not of the earth 
earthy' ' is recognized as the image of his 
Maker, perfect even as his Father in heaven 
is perfect. 

At this momentous period of the world's 
history, progress is taking colossal strides in 
the direction of freedom, purity and goodness. 
The universal cry, "Let there be light I" is 
echoed and re-echoed with inspiring response 
from every sphere of human action. 

The hour is pregnant with promise. It 
holds before our gaze impressive signs of the 
majestic march of mental, moral and spiritual 
enlightenment. Science and civilization are 
borne onward by an irresistible impetus toward 
Truth. Humanity succeeds the reign of brutism. 
The love of strife wanes before the growing 
desire for universal peace. Dogma and des- 
potism melt before the glow of Science and 



revelation. A rainbow of promise predicting 
the reign of Spirit, the establishment of wisdom, 
purity and spiritual dominion, spans the 
heavens. Night wanes. Tis the dawn of the 
world ! 

Spiritual healing which Christ Jesus gave 
as a rich legacy to mortals (not then ready fully 
to realize and retain its blessing) breathes 
again through Christian Science upon this age. 
It receives the Holy Ghost, the understanding 
of the laws of infinite Mind. The sick are heal- 
ed by its divine Principle. It operates with 
scientific certainty through the absolute and ir- 
resistible laws of God. Those who would un- 
derstand its Science, partake of its blessings. 
Freedom and immortality advance to meet 
them. The moral leper is cleansed. Death is 
swallowed up in victory, sorrow in joy, and lo I 
the second coming of Christ who leadeth into 
all Truth is realized by those ready to receive 
the benediction. 

Out from the dark background to which 
tradition and erroneous belief would consign 
her, woman, through her own efforts, has step- 
ped into the fore of the world's activity, fear- 
less and free. 

In purity and power she is seen healing 
the sick and binding up the brokenhearted. 
Never wavering before the attacks of the 
world's malice and ignorance; undaunted by 
the unwillingness of the carnal mind to yield 
its strongholds of sin and inertia, she upholds 
with glorified faith and spiritual understand- 
ing the spotless banner of Truth, and leads 

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mankind on to victory over sin, disease and 
death. 

To the foremost of these noble daughters 
of God, toiling in ceaseless love with untiring 
compassion toward all, whose irreproachable 
life and life work are turning mankind to 
righteousness, health and peace; who has re- 
stored to this age the rule and demonstration 
of Christian healing, which characterized prim- 
itive Christianity and made Christ Jesus the 
Savior of the world; to the blessed Leader of 
the Cause of Christian Science, the Reverend 
Mary Baker Eddy, these poems are most lov- 
ingly dedicated by one who has received from 
her teachings "beauty for ashes and the garment 
of praise for the spirit of heaviness/' Why 
should the heart not sing from its invisible choir 
of gratitude ; 

Angel of God: 

Thou pure creation of true Love, 
Sculptured in stainless Mind 

By His unerring hand: 
Pedestaled through eternity I see thee stand, 

Immaculate expression! pure woman- 
hood I 

Whatsoever is true, lovely, pure or of good 
report in this volume, has come through the 
inspiration gained by the author after evidenc- 
ing his own physical healing and spiritual up- 
lifting from a study of that fountainhead of 
Truth, the Bible — opened as it is to this age 
by "Science and Health, with Key to the Scrip- 

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tures," Mrs. Eddy's epoch-making comment- 
ary. 

That God may abundantly bless all man- 
kind with health and spiritual insight, unify- 
ing men and nations, establishing the brother- 
hood of man and revealing that Love's king- 
dom has come "on earth as it is in heaven" is 
the devout prayer with which this volume is 
sent abroad. 

W. V. c. 



FO^WORD TO '"POEMS 
OF SPIRITUAL HEALINQ" 

/||T RUTH, understood, heals the sick 
^^ and the sinful now, as certainly 
as when Jesus proved the power of God 
centuries ago by Galilee's quiet sea, 
through the healing of all manner of 
diseases, the destruction of sin in its 
myriad forms, and by his final and great- 
est victory over death. The might of 
Mind is still operative and available to 
all who are in need of purity, health and 
peace. 

This volume is designed as a vehicle 
by means of which to convey to the suf- 
ferers of earth, this spiritual truth : that 
Love makes free. Those who have "eyes 
to see and ears to hear" will find in these 
pages health for the sick, strength for the 
sinner, substance for the poor, and salva- 

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tion for those who hunger for righteous- 
ness. 

Spiritual healing, fully demonstrat- 
ed in the life and works of Jesus of 
Nazareth in ages past, and so conspicu- 
ous in the life and teachings of Mrs. 
Mary Baker Eddy to-day, may be 
understood and proven by all who look 
sincerely to their heavenly Father in 
quest of freedom from ills of the flesh. 

To help the reader know that God 
is All, that God is Love, and heals all 
pain and fear ; to aid him touch the seam- 
less robe of Life, and gain the conscious- 
ness that man is pure and whole and per- 
fect as his perfect Mind; to crush out 
weakness, worldliness, and woe, and 
help enthrone the reign of God in man ; 
to prove that Life triumphant conquers 
death, Love wipes out fear, and Mind 
heals all disease; to help man love his 
brother and know God — these are the 
thoughts that give this volume birth. 

W. V. c. 



VROEM TO BI- 
CENTENARY EDITION 

3N the year 1907, the Reverend Mary Baker 
Eddy gave gracious consent that a volume 
of poems by Mr. Cole be dedicated to her 
under the title of "Our Leader and Other 
Poems." Permission was granted that these 
Poems should be published. Her only qualifi- 

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cation was that the motif for their appearance 
be purely altruistic. Accordingly an edition 
was prepared. The first volume was received 
by Mrs. Eddy, who, in return, sent her "love 
and thanks." Correspondence from the time 
that the manuscript was forwarded to Pleasant 
View is in possession of the author. 

One year and a half later another compilation 
of Poems, (many of them the direct echoes of 
some spiritual victory), was published under 
the name "Poems that Heal the Sick." Mrs. 
Eddy received the first volume of this second 
work, artistically bound, and hand illuminated. 
In reply, her Secretary wrote: "Your very 
beautifully bound book of poems has been re- 
ceived by Mrs. Eddy and she wishes me to thank 
you for it." This letter was from Chestnut Hill, 
whence Mrs. Eddy had removed, and is dated 
November 13, 1908. 

There continued, thereafter, to be a persistent 
demand for these Poems from many parts of the 
globe. Consent was given in 1913 for a re-print 
of them, under the title "Poems." The poems 
were revised and the volume enlarged. Al- 
though modest in intent, the revision brought 
favorable comment from notable literati of the 
country. But a deeper purpose had been 
achieved. Letters from the sick, who had been 
healed through a perusal of the work, came 
from various quarters. The effort had not en- 
tirely been in vain. 

In the meantime, "Our Leader and Other 
Poems," in its first edition, had been exhausted. 
The demand, however, continued for them. 



Mr. Cole finally consented that the present col- 
lection from the three foregoing volumes 
should be printed, under the caption "Our 
Leader with Poems of Spiritual Healing. ,, In 
addition a number of new poems roughly en- 
titled "The Unwritten Poems," which had never 
been transposed to script and occupied a place 
only "in tables of the heart," (II Cor. 3:3), have 
been appended and now appear for the first 
time. 

It is unnecessary to state that the purpose of 
this volume is neither to teach nor to elucidate 
Christian Science. This subject, so amply and 
authentically covered by the immortal writings 
of Mary Baker Eddy, and the able works of 
The Christian Science Publishing Society, 
would make any attempt at amplification a mere 
act of puerile impertinence. Nor does the 
writer assume the lofty calling of Poet by vo- 
cation or avocation. 

'Tis but a smile of loving gratitude, crystallized 
in the concrete, to the greatest woman that ever 
graced the world. That she kept the first little 
volume by her and read its contents is the only 
apology for its present appearing. 

W. V. C. 



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Preface To This Edition 

JrjOETRY that outsteps time and records 
JP the measures of eternity is the scientific 
enunciation of Truth in terms of the beautiful. 
Loveliness and reality are correlated in the 
Science of being. 

The greatest poem ever written is divine Love 
expressed in daily deeds. 

That ugliness and discord are indispensable 
auxiliaries of Art — a belief which is respon- 
sible for a growing tendency toward the gro- 
tesque — is an error which cannot stand light. 
God is the Principle of being — Science is 
its law; Art its expression. 

The mandate of Genesis brought light, 
beauty, form, outline, color, arrangement, or- 
der, — creation. And the law was poetry — the 
musical cadence of universal Mind. 

There is no truth without beauty and vice 
versa. 

Our three great sources of poetical expression 
are: Homer; Shakespeare; the Bible. The 
greatest of these is the Bible. 

The writers of the Bible, oriental in their 
view-point, conveyed ideas in poetical form. 
Poetry is the natural vehicle of religious ex- 
pression. From the Hebrews, an oriental peo- 
ple, come our spiritual possessions. To them 

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we are indebted for the monotheistic religion of 
Abraham and its unparalleled expression from 
the heart and lips of David — the world's fore- 
most lyric poet. 

David made the forbidding law of Moses a 

national consciousness made it irresistable. 

He caused the people to sing and won theii 
hearts for God! 

Six books of the Bible are purely poetical. 
Nearly every chapter speaks in the dramatic, 
epic, didactic or lyric spirit if not the actual 
form. 

Jewish worship like that of the Primitive 
Christian Church gave proper value to liturgi- 
cal expression and musical accompaniment. 
Thus to poetry was assigned the mission of es- 
tablishing in the hearts of the people the truth 
about God, man, the universe and the laws gov- 
erning them. 

It was song that made their religion a thing 
of the heart and kept it from sinking into sac- 
redotalism, lost in the bogs of sterility. 

Songs, hymns, paeans of thanksgiving abound 
in the Old Testament. Miriam, Deborah, 
Moses and David crowned their spiritual vic- 
tories with poetical out-pourings of the heart. 

The annunciation of the birth of Jesus was 
a poem and called from Mary's lips the most 
beautiful lyric of the ages. 

Jesus — master of ideas was master of ex- 
pression. He is the most poetical figure of the 
Bible — rather of all history. 

The lilies of the field — the birds of the air — 
the hearts of little children were in league with 

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him to convey his matchless design of salvation 
to a prosaic and sordid world. 

He spake in parables, matchless in their 
beauty. His sermons were as simple as Grecian 
columns. He breathed Truth. 

Nicodemus comes to him at dark. Softly the 
night wind of the East touches the Master's 
cheek and hair. "How can a man be born when 
he is old?" queries the weary member of the 
Sanhedrin. 

Jesus does not theorize — Nicodemus is al- 
ready heavy laden with doctrine. He waits 
while the wind gently caresses them and then: 

"The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou 
hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell 
whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is 
every one that is born of the Spirit." 

This is the acme of spiritual expression. It 
is poetry. 

Is it a marvel that when the Science of Christ 
should be revealed that its Discoverer — a 
woman — should to her other achievements add 
the meed of praise in her world-sung and uni- 
versally loved Christian Science hymns? Nay, 
for the sword of the Spirit has two edges, the 
one of which is Beauty — the other Truth. 

W. V. c. 



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OUR LEADER 



Our Leader 

"Thou shall also be a crown of glory in the hand of the 
Lord, and a royal diadem in the hand of thy God." 

— Isaiah. 

t\ J HE God-crowned Leader of a mighty 
^■^ cause 

Which stems to-day the seething tide of sin, 
And rends the veil which hides from man his 

God, 
Stands womanlike in majesty alone, — 
Her sphere of action, — that of many men: 
The Pioneer — Salvation's path her way; 
The sturdy Patriot, — all lands her home; 
The strong Discoverer, — Spirit her goal ; 
The dauntless Soldier, — death and sin her foe; 
The sure Physician, — Mind her remedy; 
The God-inspired Pastor, — Truth her creed; 
The noble statesman, — right her only Cause; 
The transcendental Poet, — Love her theme ; 
The watchful Shepherd, — every man her child. 

Dedicated by special permission to Mary Baker Eddy, Discoverer and 
Founder of Christian Science and Author of its Text Book, Science and 
Health, with Key to the Scriptures. 

x 

God 

"Thus saith the Lord the King of Israel, and his redeemer 
the Lord of hosts; I am the first and I am the last; 
and beside me there is no God." — Isaiah. 

JpTERNAL Father, — Life and Truth and 

^ Love, 

Thou tender Mother 'neath, about, above; 

[3] 



Immortal God whose trumpet voice of might 
Spake out: "Let there be light," and there was 
light. 

Omnipotence, Thou all-inclusive Mind, 
Thy perfect law the universe doth bind; 

Omniscience, Omnipresence, led by Thee 
The suns and planets circle silently. 

Celestial Builder, Architect all-wise, 

From whom all pure and perfect forms arise, 

Through Art and Science Thou art manifest, 
Thou Principle, through perfect law expressed. 

Unchanging Nature, all embracing Soul, 
Whose mandate points the needle to the pole; 

Thy will each season in rotation guides, 
Thy wisdom bounds the oceanic tides. 

Thou Origin and Ultimate of all, 

Whose finger touch doth trace the meteor's fall ; 

Thou Animus, that moves each living thing, 
And formed the rolling worlds thy praise to sing. 

Majestic Wisdom, august, nobly vast, 

Thou dost, when knowledge, intellect is past, 

Frustrating calculus or astrolabe, 
Instruct the nestling child and lisping babe. 

[4] 



Immortal Sovereign, clouds Thy praise be- 
speak; 
The mountain to Thy glory lifts its peak; 

Thou Love that holds the ether mounting bird, 
As intuition guides him heavenward. 

The sky to Thee its jeweled arch doth bend, 
To Thee each perfect star its praises send; 

The sun and moon shine on in silent prayer, 
To their Creator, who hath placed them there. 

Thine eye, All-knowing, is too pure to see 
Aught that would feign existence not in Thee; 

Matter is dream. The lust of sense and hate, 
In Thine unfailing balance, have no weight. 

Beloved Father, Mother, God and Mind, 
Thy blessings blow from every winged wind, 

Thou Life, who finished Thy immortal plan 
Creating Thy consummate wonder — Man. 

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Man 

"/ have created him for my glory, I have formed him, 
yea I have made him." — Isaiah. 

MJI AN is not, as the finite senses say, 
wVi Flesh, blood and bones; an effigy of 
earth ! 

[5] 



Conceived in sin and born to till the soil, 
A hopeless victim dying from his birth. 

Man is the pure ideal of perfect Mind, 

The whole expression of his holy Source; 

Immutable, immortal, upright, strong; 

Not alienate from God by sin's divorce. 

His life lies not within earth's cloistered cell, 
Bodily to be born, mature, decay; 

God is man's Life, the never dying Mind 
Whose fair similitude fades not away. 

Nor lies his love within a trembling heart, 
Fiercely to burn, then turn to hate or die; 

Love is man's God, the never changing One, 
Whose constant law holds all to constancy. 

His mind is not imprisoned in a skull; 

A stormy brain to atrophy and fade. 
Intelligence is God; yea, God is Mind, 

In whose immortal likeness man was made. 

Nor lies his strength within a brawny loin, 
Nobly to flourish, then to fail and fall. 

God is man's strength, the One Omnipotent, 
Omniscient, Omni-active, perfect — All. 

His joy resides not in the realm of sense, 

First to mislead, then bring swift penalty, 

The bliss of Soul is Love's undying joy, 
Which satisfies forever and for aye. 

[6] 



Man's dwelling is no prison-house of earth, 
Encompassed in disease and death and 
pain, 

In God's forever universe he lives, 

And with dominion over all doth reign. 

a: 

The Beatitudes 

"Behold the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of 
the world" — St: John. 

"The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because He hath 
anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; He 
hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach 
deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight 
to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised." 

— Isaiah. 

TjT HROUGH golden fields of sunny wheat, 
^^ With girded loins and sandaled feet, 
His eyes upraised in prayerful mien 
Walketh the blessed Nazarene. 

His hair flows back with gentle grace 

From the chiseled outline of His face; 

In prayer, the joyous harvests nod 
Before the holy Son of God. 

Wistfully waiting His command, 
Follow the meek disciple-band, 

And thronging, pressing after them, 
The dwellers of Jerusalem. 

Strewn o'er the fields and far behind, 

The lame, the halt, the maimed, the blind: 

[7] 



The mother bringing to be blest 

The tender babe upon her breast. 

Oh, will this Godlike master be 

He who shall come to make men free? 
He rests beside the flowing fount, 

And then ascends the waiting mount. 

The song-bird's anthem thrills the air 

While Olivet gives her fragrance rare; 

To greet the Master on the hill 

The brooklet murmurs, "Peace, be still." 

Seating himself upon the ground, 

His twelve disciples gather round; 

About his head there shines a light. 

He lifts his voice in Wisdom's might. 

Strained is the multitude to hear : 

"The poor are blest," his voice rings clear. 
Then like the distant mountain horn 

He breathes, "O blest are they that mourn." 

What will the Master's message state 
To Sadducees who seek the great? 

Their tears flow fast, he starts to speak 
Quite gently, "Blessed are the meek." 

Oh, will he bring some fruitful seed 

To those held fast by man-made creed? 

"The hungry by their God are blest, 
Who truly thirst for righteousness." 

What condemnation will he bring 

To those earth-bound by flagrant sin? 

[8] 



Forgivingly his fair lips part; 

Oh, blessed are the pure in heart." 

Has he some sacred message for 

The mighty man of state, and war? 

He seems to feel their thought expressed; 
"The peacemakers by Love are blest." 

What will the vengeful verdict be 

To armies wasting Galilee? 
"Oh blessed are the merciful, 

Their cup of mercy shall be full." 

He firmly talks with gentle smile; 

"O blest are ye when men revile 
And speak with evil tongues of thee, 

E'en as they evil speak of me." 

"Rejoice, and be exceeding glad, 

Thus heaven's kingdom may be had." 

At last! Here stands no Pharisee, 
But one who has authority. 

Stirred are their hearts through his blest word, 
(The greatest sermon men have heard.) 

They know that earth may pass away, 

But Christ has brought undying day. 

The "Thou Shalt Not," which Moses spake, 
Inscribed on stone, his blessings break. 

The world hears heaven's sweet preludes, 
Breathe through our Lord's Beatitudes. 

[9] 



Birthright 

"Without father, without mother, without descent, having 
neither beginning of days, nor end of life; but made 
like unto the Son of God" — Hebrews. 

(JT ONSCIOUS of Thy loveliness, O God, 
^^ Satisfied I nevermore can be, 

Till in Thy likeness I awake, 

And every finite fetter break, 

Show me, O Lord, the man Thou madest me ! 

Conscious of my birthright, full domain, 

No mortal mist shall hide my view of Thee. 

Behold I was not shapen in 

Iniquity, nor formed of sin, 

Thy hand alone, O God, has fashioned me. 

Conceived in Life and Truth and Love, 

Brought forth in purity, 

I am my Lord's anointed son, 

His altogether lovely one, 

God's rightful heir with Christ eternally! 

a: 

Fear Not 

^W EAR thou not, my friend and brother, 
*^ Love divine thy God and guide, 
Doth uphold thee, heal and strengthen, 
Falter not whate'er betide. 

Peace be with thee. Stand and fear not. 
Error's transitory dreams, 
Flee as shadows when the blessed 
Light of Love across them streams. 

[10] 



Fear not. Neither faint nor tremble ; 
Be not terrified by sin; 
Love divine still goes before thee; 
His the battle; Truth will win. 

Though a multitude of errors 
War against thee, stand thou still; 
God's salvation is upon thee ; 
Set thyself and do Love's will. 

Things that men fear come upon them; 
Fear of sickness, loss, disease, 
Yea, the shadow of death's valley; 
Look to Love and fear not these. 

At destruction and at famine 
Thou shalt laugh. The thought of death 
Neither shall affright nor harm thee, 
Fear flees from Love's lightest breath. 

Love, thy light and thy salvation, 
Hovers gently o'er — why fear? 
Perfect in His strength he holds thee; 
Life divine is ever near. 

Apprehension with its shadows, 
Would thine heart intimidate, 
Mar the prospects of thy being, 
Mind is master ; watch and wait. 

Love of sin and fear of sickness, 
Are procurers of man's fall; 
Still the Love divine that made us, 
Gives dominion over all. 

[ n ] 



There's no fear in Love, the perfect; 
God, the Principle of life, 
Through His law sin's claim reverses, 
Casts out discord, fear and strife. 

Fear, the slaveholder of mortals 
Has no power save what we 
In our ignorance give to it; 
Rise, strong son of God ! Be free I 

Mind is master of the senses, 
Truth still conquers lust and hate ; 
Love triumphant opens widely 
Life's divine eternal gate. 

Sickness has no place nor power, 
Sin can never conquer thee. 
In true Love I live forever, 
What can flesh do unto me? 

Love the Lord, keep his commandments, 
For this is the whole of man ; 
Watch and pray and love each other; 
Thus annihilate earth's ban. 

Love divine doth hold thy right hand, 
Saying, "Fear not, steadfast be, 
I will show thee thy salvation, 
Mind begotten, follow Me." 

God hath given through His power, 
Healing love and a sound mind. 
Life and Truth and strength to conquer, 
Fear of earth and sense to bind, 

[12] 



Through Mind's affluence we master 
Sickness, sin and storm clouds drear; 
Knowing ever God, the perfect, 
Love, eternal, casts out fear. 



a: 

Adversity 

"Blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be comforted." 
"Ye shall be sorrowful, but your sorrow shall be turned 
into joy" — Jesus. 

AwL E not cast down by life's hard load, 
^* My brother and my friend, 
These trials which now seem severe, 
Pure peace and joy will send. 

The sweetest hour of all the day 
Springs from the deep of night; 

The blackest breakers lash themselves 
To foam of purest white. 

The lilies from their river-beds 

Design bride-like array; 
From out the gloomy forest bursts 

The song-birds's cheerful lay. 

Mary the Virgin, slim and meek, 
Conceived the Man of might 

Who, in a stable born so low, 
Achieved so great a height. 

[13] 



Far fairer shines the diamond's light 

Against a darker ground; 
Not 'til tried by the finer's flame 

Is gold of Ophir found. 

The long, stern battles of the world 
Bring the world's heroes forth. 

What but the scaffold, scourge and shame 
Could prove the martyr's worth? 

Wrestling with sin and flesh and fear, 

Hard conflict and intense, 
Burnishes thought that it may shine, 

Bright in Omnipotence. 

Oft'times from sad experience 

Our happiness is born; 
And Calvary doth but forerun 

Our resurrection morn. 



The Sculptor's Prayer 

"Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my 
heart, be acceptable in Thy sight, O Lord, my 
strength, and my redeemer." — Psalms 19: 14. 

JjT ET every thought that guides this hand 
>^r today, 

Sing praises, O my God, unto Thy name, 
Be every chastened chisel-touch a lay 

Of selfless love that seeks a selfless fame. 

Thou Holy Source of inspiration, pure, 

Thou Fountain-head of genius, Thou alone 

[14] 



Canst cleanse this heart and make Thy son en- 
dure 
With joy his seeming burden to Thy throne, 



First published in the Christian Science Sentinel. 



The Shepherd Boy 



66 Now he was ruddy, and withal of a beautiful counte- 
nance, and goodly to look to. And the Lord said, 
Arise, anoint him: for this is he," — Samuel. 

/| I O the streamlet that flows from the moun- 
VU' tain 

The shepherd boy guides his sheep, 
Singing, "Love is my shepherd that leadeth; 
Love guardeth me while I sleep." 

In his foot-steps the kindly sheep wander 
O'er sweet scented mountain trail, 

Yet he lists for a voice that is greater 
And following cannot fail. 

Though a bare-footed boy of the mountains, 

His Father, Eternal Life, 
Like a pillar of light moves before him 

To safe-guard his soul from strife. 

"In the Spirit, God governs my actions. 

Then praise Him, my strength and song! 
He shieldeth my ways as the falcon 

From snares of the fowler strong." 

[15] 



He beholdeth Love shine through the rose-bud, 
Love sing through the song-bird fair, 

Love enraptures his heart in the sunlight 
And glows through the evening air. 

He is girt with the strength of an hundred 

Because he is meek and pure. 
Overmastering tempest and flood-tide, 

In Spirit he dwells secure. 

The glad heavens are singing God's glory, 
The earth to the Lord gives praise, 
While the sun and the moon, and the night 
stars, 
Unfailing, their watch-lights raise. 

Still unconscious of error, or bondage, 
With thoughts in the realm of Mind, 

With his God he confides in his labours, 
He sings and his heart is kind. 

Though the hirelings flee, he is faithful 
When hungering wolves pursue. 

When he faces the beast, he o'ercomes it, 
(As ever the fearless do). 

Now the shades of night fall, and he gathers 
The lambs 'neath his watchful rod; 

He is shepherded e'en as he shepherds, 
His fold is the peace of God. 

"O, Thou blessed encompassing Presence, 
In peace I lie down to sleep ; 

[16] 



While Thy thoughts through the night are pro- 
tecting, 
I rest on the mountain steep. 

"In Thy keeping, unwearied Protector, 
True Shepherd of all mankind, 

I commit my unquestioning spirit, 
Thou perfect, Eternal Mind. 

"Father-Mother — dear God, calm and peaceful, 

I lie on Thy tranquil breast, 
Till with dawning of daylight You whisper . 

'Love's action is sweetest rest.' " 

Then the sunlight bursts forth in his glory, 

A bridegroom in bright array, 
And the shepherd boy wakes with the morning, 

And praises the Lord of day : 

"O, my Father, the daylight is dawning, 
With mountains to bravely climb, 

I have power and limitless freedom, 
In mounting Thy heights sublime. 

"Noisome discord, unhappiness, sorrow, 

Come not to my mind this day, 
Nor may sickness nor sinful desire 

Allure me from God's highway. 

"But the ideals of limitless Spirit 

Inspire me as my flock 
Follow onward and upward, rejoicing, 

My Comforter and my Rock. ,, 
[17] 



Little wonder so childlike a shepherd, 
With strength of an hundred men, 

The lion o'ercomes without quailing, 
Who lurks in his mountain den. 

For true Spirit finds perfect expression, 
Though body be young and small, 

With more power to conquer Goliath, 
Than whimpering hosts of Saul. 

As he leads his white flock o'er the mountains 

A song fills the air with joy, 
For with peace and a boundless dominion 

God blesses the shepherd boy. 



a; 



Pride 



7 can of mine own self do nothing but the Father 

that dwelleth in me, he doeth the works." — Jesus. 



(ij\H, why should I be proud? 
VL/ It is Thy work I do. 

And each true thought that I bring forth 
To Thee is nothing new. 

Then tear from out mine heart all pride 
With inspiration true; 

Not for myself I labor, Lord, 
Thy work alone I do. 

[18] 



The Healing of the Nations 

"The works that I do shall ye do also, and greater works 
than these shall ye do, for I go unto the Father." 

— Jesus. 

■ IrjUT from a Bethlehem virgin's rapture 

^-^ came 

A man conceived of God, by Love de- 
signed; 

Incarnate in the flesh that he might teach, 
His fellow men their fear and sin to bind, 
And cast out sickness by the might of Mind. 



This maiden-born deliverer from woe, 

Was neither God nor Christ, but under- 
stood, 
Better than any earth born ever could, 

Man's perfect sonship and God's Father- 
hood, 
And by his works he proved the power of 
good. 

In sweet simplicity he spake the Truth, 

Then healed the sick throughout all Gali- 
lee. 
He raised the dead and triumphed over fear; 
Made all their lame to walk and blind to 

see ; 
Ascended, leaving strict commands for 
thee. 



"Heal the sick, cleanse the lepers, raise the dead, cast oat devils; freely 
ye have received, freely give." — Matthew, 10:8. 

[19] 



Eternal Love ne'er left earth comfortless. 

This son of woman rose, God's Son, yet 
here 
Still masters tempest, walks the foaming wave, 
Brings forth the dead and conquers sin and 
fear, 

Thus proving Mind, life's Principle is 
near. 



The Living Christ now ministers to men, 
Banishing sickness, circumventing pain; 

Makes manifest through Science, health and 
joy. 
Chaos gives place unto the Spirit's reign, 
As men their primal harmony regain. 



The Life that conquered is triumphant still : 
The spirit Jesus lived, through thee shall 
heal. 
The Truth which made men free now liberates, 
And Mind, God's loving-kindnesses re- 
veal; 
Come sit with Christ and share Love's 
paschal meal. 

Oh men and nations ! and all ye that thirst ! 

Lay off sin's yoke and break disease's ban; 
Drink freely of Mind's pure and healing stream. 

There is no sickness ! Prove it, all men can. 

Awake, O universe! Shine forth, true man I 

[20] 



Human and Divine Love 

'Love not the world, neither the things that are in the 
world. If any man love the world the love of the 
Father is not in him." — St. John. 



m 



UMAN love is like a streamlet; 
Pleasant sometimes seems its rise, 
Which grows turbulent in flowing, 
Then stagnant lies. 

Love divine is like some tranquil, 

Holy, unhorizoned sea, 
Never ebbing, never flowing, 
Eternally. 

Human love is like a blossom, 
Sweetly flourishing a day, 
By the heat or frost soon blighted, 
To fade away. 

Love divine is as some fragrant 

Garden by the stream of life, 
Ever budding, ever blooming 
And free from strife. 

Human love is human hatred. 

Passion's darkened finger post 
Misleads thought to sin's blind alley 
Where love is lost. 

Love like that of God's great workers, 

Makes the heart an holy fane, 

Where the Spirit dwells, where worship, 

Fulfills Love's reign. 

[21] 



Halt we then upon the cross-roads 

When this line is drawn so clear? 

Choose ye, with our God-crowned Leader, 

What Christ holds dear. 

a: 

The Dream of Sin 

"And there followed another angel, saying, Babylon is 
fallen, that great city, because she made all nations 
drink of the wine of the wrath of her fornication" 

— St. John. 

M SAW a red mist rise from off the earth, 
^ It took in shape a dragon, great with sin. 
Then rolled a voice like thunder from within, 

"Mammon am I, to error I give birth, 
Lust, hatred, sickness, pestilence and death; 

My mesmerism all mankind shall win. 
By my right hand of sickness, earth is swayed; 

My lustful foot makes dust of youth and 
maid, 
Hypocrisy, ingratitude and greed, 

Are the discordant brood I love to breed. 
The Truth alone I fear, — through it men see 

I am a dream, an unreality. 
So long as men of earth believe me real, 

They will commit adultery, murder, steal. 
Come, drink the wine of drunkenness I give; 

Twill make thee as a god. Forever live! 

[22] 



If thou wilt bow and worship unto me, 

I'll give earth's treasures, mortal man, to 
thee/' 
Then rose the wind of Truth, earth's man to 
bless, 
And blew the mist to native nothingness. 



a: 



The Virgin Knight 

' And I saw, and behold a white horse; and he that sat 
on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him; 
and he went forth conquering, and to conquer." 

— St. John. 

4U ULL helmed and strong I ride along 
^ In suit of seamless mail, 
I am my Father's virgin knight; 
My quest can never fail. 

My armor bright reflects the light 

That shineth from above. 
I grasp the banner bearing "Life." 

My shield is blazoned "Love." 

My trusty charger, surely shod, 
My every thought doth heed; 

Nor spur, nor rein but Mind alone 
Must regulate his speed. 

I never fail nor fall before 

My subtle foeman's brand; 

[23] 



My purity sustaineth me, 

And strengthens my right hand. 



Of mine own self I could not swing 
My blade nor true lance wield; 

Vain were the speed of my good steed 
Without my God to shield. 

I hail not from a foreign land. 

About me, and above, 
And in mine heart, my kingdom lies ; 

My King, eternal Love. 

Full many a knight my Father views, 

In holy order lined. 
Our strength we see in unity, 

Moved by the might of mind. 

We bathe in Life's baptismal fount. 

We drink the wine of Love. 
We break the bread of Heaven's Truth, 

Communion from above. 

"Oh, answer, tell me, virgin knight; 

I would I were with thee; 
How may I join with that great King 

This Order fair to see?" 

Pilgrim on earth, thou shalt attain, 
Thy seat and with me ride ; 

All things to him who overcomes, 
Who faileth not when tried. 

[24] 



One sacrifice, however great, 

Can never chasten thee; 
But sever thou from sense of self, 

Then canst thou follow me. 

I was a pilgrim, as art thou, 

Beset the same by sin; 
But meekly, patiently, I sought, 

And God hath led me in. 

O stronger than the athlete's arm, 
Thou must be stronger, friend, 

To meet and conquer every sin, 
And to thy God ascend. 

To ride throughout the universe, 
In sweet and certain sense, 

Of perfect Love is to reflect, 
Our God's Omnipotence. 

a: 

Judge Not 

"Judge not, that ye be not judged," — Jesus. 

^l( UDGE not, lest ye yourself be judged, 
*D Our blessed Master said, 
The Lord of Life alone is God 

To judge the quick and dead. 

[25] 



The very thought of Love does more, 

Than criticism can, 
To lay aside earth's sinful sense, 

And show the perfect man. 

Though hard it be when friends betray, 

And enemies oppose 
To still behold God's perfect child, 

Yet bless ye even those. 

None is so perfect as to cast 

The first heart-breaking stone, 

Nor is the sinner black enough 
Who cannot now atone. 

When first the bitter thought appears 
That from thy tongue would dart, 

Quench it with floods of living Love 
Before it leave thine heart. 

The whole need not so much thy love, 

And gentle sacrifice, 
As those poor mortals who are bowed 

By selfishness and vice. 

That man who smites thee on the cheek, 
May turn thy truest friend, 

When thou but win his heart with love, 
And good from evil rend. 

[26] 



Two errors never make a truth; 

He who retaliates, 
Doth not obey in Jesus' way, 

Where love reciprocates. 

Thus all remorseless motives melt, 

For grace and love abide; 
And God's Shekinah entered in, 

We rest at Christ's right side, 

Love's peace and joy and harmony 

Fill thy forgiving breast. 
"Well done, thou good and faithful." Thou 

Art blessed, for thou hast blessed. 

x 

Inspiration 

"/ was free born." — Paul. 

Ijjtt Y Soul would ne'er consent to dwell 
<JW In any sculptured hall or vaulted dome, 
The ether mounting eaglet's flight, 

With lofty purposes incite, 
My waking thought to reach the height, 

Where free I rest in Love's eternal home. 

Borne up on inspiration's wing, 

I strive for true nobility and pure, 

From Revelation's highest hill, 

I gain Love's fount and drink Life's fill. 

[27] 



My thirst is quenched, I do God's will, 

And in Soul's freedom build my mansion 
sure. 

Madonna and Child 

"Hail thou that art highly favoured, — blessed art thou 
among women" — St. Luke. 

Madonna in white, 

Encircled in light, 
Thy blue eyes upraised: 

O beauteous sight ! 

With heavenly smile, 

Unconscious the while, 

Thy cradle songs hush 

All thoughts that defile. 

In innocent rest, 

On thy snow-white breast, 
The holy child smiles 

With perfect Love blest. 

No travailing pains, 

Nor sensuous strains, 

But Life beyond dust, 

This birthright ordains. 

The nations have sought 
(Immaculate thought,) 

[28] 



Thy vision of Truth 

Which God's Christ-child brought. 

In thy purity, 

What vision didst see 
Incarnating Him 

To sunder men free? 

Didst thou see in Mind 

Christ-Science defined? 
Proclaim it, sweet babe, 

By healing mankind! 

What message hast heard? 

Thou blessed of the Lord! 
Spake He of the Christ 

Some quickening word? 

This is Love's decree, 

The Lord said to me:- 
The Science of Soul, 

Shines earthward through thee. 

This Christ-child of God 

Will rise o'er earth's sod, 
Redeeming the race 

With Love's gentle rod. 

Madonna and child! 

Above sense clouds wild, 
In Soul thou must dwell, 

By flesh undefiled. 

[29] 



Chaste virgin of Love, 
The peace of the dove 

Is brought by thy wish, 
From heaven above. 

Each child from henceforth, 
Who cometh to earth, 
Will make him their guide, 
Whom thou givest birth. 

Immaculate one, 

Thy work is well done. 
And heaven is here 

Through thy gracious Son 



X 



Defeat and Triumph 



' And the Lord shall deliver me from every evil work, 
and will preserve me unto his heavenly kingdom." 

—Paul 



^[TrOM the ashes of defeat 
*** Comes a victory! 
From our failures, triumphs rise;- 
It is Love's mystery. 

Foes turning us to God are friends. 
From sin they sever. 
Error may survive the day. 
Truth endures forever. 

[30] 



Now 

"Behold now is the accepted time; behold now is the day 
of salvation." — Paul. 

tjL IRD on your heavenly armor bright, 
^-^ Buckle on Truth's helmet tight, 
Awake! Awake! Resume the fight 

Now. 

Lay aside each secret sin, 
Leave the past, Love's pardon win, 
Let purity and wisdom in 

Now. 

Throw your sense of self aside, 
Let no sin your true self hide, 
Love's holy portals open wide 

Now. 



Rise above all worldly fear, 
Leave the earth clouds dark and drear, 
Be glad to see them disappear 

Now. 

Cast earth's physic far from thee, 
Truth alone can make man free, 
The lame may walk, the blind may see, 

Now. 

Sever thou all fleshly ties, 
From the dream of matter rise, 
Within thine heart God's kingdom lies 

Now. 

[31] 



When will error pass away? 
When is Love's salvation day? 
When will Spirit hold full sway? 

Now. 



X 



My Ode to Love 



"Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels 9 
and have not Love, I am become as sounding brass, 
or a tinkling cymbal" — Paul. 

TfT HE ode I'll write to Love," quoth I, 
^^ Will ring through earth and reach the sky 
And touch the heart of God on high, 
The ode I'll write to Love." 

With shining words, in rhythmic phrase, 
I wrote a song, a song of praise ; 
Beyond the earth I could not raise 

The ode I wrote to Love. 

I fashioned me an harp of gold 
Whose diapason sweetly rolled, 
But even then seemed weak and cold, 
The ode I wrote to Love. 

I met a mourner bowed with pain, 
I helped him to be whole again, 
And hale as sunlight after rain. 
This is my ode to Love. 

[32] 




The Light of Life 



'Let your light so shine before men, that they may see 
your good works, and glorify your Father which is 
in heaven." — Jesus. 



O live each hour that e'er the night draws 
on, 

Thy brightness, gathered through the day, 
Will centre into one celestial ray, 
Lighting thy path unto eternal dawn. 

So radiate this holy light each day, 

That should thy brother grope or blindly fall, 

Thou may'st, with strength, respond unto his 

call, 
Placing his feet to tread anew God's way. 

a: 

Obedience 

"Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice." — Samuel. 

ART thou weary? Art thou doubtful? 
Hast thou lost thy way? 
Hear the voice of Love that calls thee, 
Hearken and obey. 

Thou who art in tribulation, 

In this latter day, 
List to Truth, thy Lord and keeper, 

Hearken and obey. 

[33] 



Love divine will not forsake thee, 
Let there come what may; 

Be not stubborn nor resisting, 
Hearken and obey. 

Always at thy place of duty, 

Joyful, night and day; 
Always working in Love's vineyard, 

Willing to obey. 

Never fearful nor disheartened, 
Treading Love's highway; 

Wakeful, strong in Truth abiding, 
Watch thou and obey. 

Know it was the Truth redeemed thee 

When thou fell away, 
Through the wilderness God leadeth, 

Follow and obey. 

Sickness, fear and dread disaster, 

Never can dismay, 
Those who realize Mind's power, 

And Mind's law obey. 

You may heal disease and sickness, 
Conquer when you pray 

All the ills that flesh inherits, 
If you but obey. 

If obedient and willing 

To leave sense, you may 

Have dominion over all things. 
In thy strength obey. 

[34] 



Unto them who are contentious, 
Leaving Love's kind way, 

Shall be wrath and indignation; 
But we will obey. 

If we see the faults of others 

And their sins portray, 
We will never gain the blessing, 

Of those who obey. 

Be thou honest, be thou earnest, 

Hate with love repay; 
God is Love and He will crown thee; 

Love thou and obey. 

Search thyself and know thy failings, 
Weakness with strength slay; 

Be thou perfect as thy Father. 
Work! Be strong! Obey! 

Casting down imaginations, 

Matter fling away; 
Coming gently into Spirit, 

Truth alone obey. 

All is peace and joy and gladness, 

Night is turned to day; 
Heaven reigns forever in us, 

Now that we obey. 

[35] 



A Legend 

"Thou shall love the Lord thy God with all thy heart." 

— Moses. 

^i MET an angel in my walk one day 

JJ) Whose presence filled with light the long 

high way; 
Why bearest thou, I cried, that blazing brand, 
And urn of water in thine other hand? 

The bright one answered like a silver bell ; 
To burn up heaven and quench the fire of hell, 
That neither thought of torment, nor reward, 
But love of God, will lead men to their Lord. 



a: 



Millennium 

"Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my 
heart, be accepted in Thy sight, O Lord, my strength 
and my redeemer" — David. 

AW ACH man will be an artist, 
P* When himself in God hell see, 
And express in rarest music, 
His thoughts of poetry. 

Then Mind will be his canvas, 
And thought will be his pen, 

And Love will be his harp of gold, 
To sway the hearts of men. 

[36] 



Thy Will Be Done 

'But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, long suffer- 
ing, gentleness, goodness, faith." — Paul. 

pL STORM was in my breast, 
^^ My soul a surging sea, 
A calm now fills my thought: 
Think of Gethsemane! 

A tumult tears the heart, 

Tears and blood flow as one; 

Then comes God's perfect peace: 

"Thy will, not mine, be done." 



X 



Law 



"He that humbleth himself shall be exalted." — Jesus. 

A TRUTH most strange has been re- 
vealed 
In our Creator's plan. 
When willing to become a child, 
One issues forth a man. 

Unto another mystic law, 

Eternal Mind gives birth. 
Man who distributes all he has, 

Inherits then the earth. 

Note: — First published in the Christian Science Sentinel. 

r 37 1 



The Dewdrop 

"Consider the lily of the field," — Jesus. 

ZjjTHE dewdrop on the lily's lip, 
^^ Instills the state of mind 
Of Mary when she gave 

Christ Jesus to mankind. 

O virgin thought which thrilled the maid, 
Come thou ! Abide with me, 

That I may conquer self 
And heal humanity. 



a: 



Heaven 



l Open ye the gates that the righteous nation which keep- 
eth the truth may enter in." — Isaiah. 

In PEN the gates of Heaven, 
^-^ An easy thing to do. 
Only love thy brother, 
Only be thou true. 

Enter the gates of glory, 

Not far off Love's skies ; 
In the pure heart's sanctum, 

God's creation lies. 

[38] 



My Friend 

"Whom have I in heaven but thee? And there is none 
upon earth that I desire beside thee." — David. 

«||I Y friend!" cried I, and took unto my 
^** breast 

The one my human senses loved the best, 
And mounted with my dream on hope's light 

wing. 
Ingrate! Ingrate! With what remorseless 

sting 
Have you at last aroused my thought to see 
Person, the most frail shell of vanity. 

"My friend !" thought I, and looking unto Love, 
Forgot the earth; its dust cloud rose above. 
"My Father-Mother-God, lovest thou me?" 
"Lo, I am with thee alway," answered He,. 
Whose peaceful light fell on me as I cried, 
"True friend indeed! My heart is satisfied." 



x 



Benediction 

Iff RAISE be to Thee, O perfect Mind of all, 
jf^ Life, Truth and Love, eternal Source of 

light, 
Healer of sickness ! Principle of right ! 
May all our thoughts reflect Thy perfectness, 
Raise us above all fear and worldiness, 
To glorify Thy name, Thy law, Thy might! 

[39] 



MARY MAGDALENE 

The Journey from 
Sense to Soul 



Prologue 

Jvi UMANITY is one man magnified, 
^*" Who chronicles the story of his race. 
Upon one furrowed brow where fears preside, 
In hieroglyphs the tale of all we trace. 
One drop reveals the archives of the sea ; 
A random thought the tenor of the mind; 
One falling leaf, a season's summary; 
An infant's cry, the grief of human kind. 
One Adam sins and all are reprobate, 
To enter, err, then exit from their world. 
The crime of Cain taught men the lore of hate, 
Abroad the bloody mist of war is hurled. 
Yet when Truth lifts one fallen Magdalen, 
Through type is typified the death of sin. 
In Luke's lost sheep or luckless prodigal, 
Reclaimed by Love through understanding 

prayer, 
Is seen salvation, manifest to all, 
And Christ our King triumphant everywhere. 



a: 



Sic Transit Gloria Mundi 

Est finis. Self surrenders now the shroud, 
O Spirit proud, 
Where is thy vaunting now? 
Thy crown is rust, 
Thy gold a crust, 
Thy hope but dust, 
Unhappy thou ! 

[42] 



Est finis. Fade, vain glimmer of a world, 
Black tempest whirled 
Against a midnight shore, 
Whose joy is pain, 
Whose loss is gain; 
A transient reign, 
Then nevermore. 

Est finis. Shall life's blossoms cast to earth 
Acclaim new birth 
With self and sin undone? 
With conscience pure, 
And substance sure, 
God's heaven secure, 
With Christ at-one? 



Awakening 
Canto I 

"Awake to righteousness, and sin not, for some have not 
the knowledge of God." — Paul. 

4raOW sleeps the city dark that blazed with 
K? light ! 

Thrice solitary now the concourse lies, 
That late o'er-flowed with joyous populace, 
So this dazed consciousness mourns desolate. 
Those sensuous dreams which thrilled me; all 

their joys, 
Are gilded millstones weighing down to death. 

[43] 



Now empty lies the cup that overflowed; 

The wine that tasted sweet is bitter gall. 

Whence swift revulsion? Yesterday the world, 

With bland seduction smiled, in its embrace, 

I dreamed, ah, carelessly that I was free, 

To waken now the bondslave of myself. 

My life fails panting as the wounded hart, 

Myself the hunter and the hunted, I, 

Into my breast have cast the poisoned dart. 

Oh, that I had the pinions of a dove, 

That I could fly away, far, far away, 

Unto some clime, where sordidness unknown, 

I might walk freely from the call of earth. 

Yet, cowardice it were for me to hide, 

In some secluded spot or hermit home; 

Better to keep the mind so far above 

All luring appetite and deadly guilt, 

That, though my duty lead through wanton way, 

Beset by deep temptation, lust or sin, 

I tread the path of Love's fair sanctity, 

Clad in the panoply of stainless thought. 

What was it in that star-eyed Nazarite, 
Which shattered into fragments Egypt's dream? 
To those glad throngs on Galilea's shore, 
He spake of Truth whose law would make men 

free; 
Of Love that hallows earth as paradise ; 
Of Life that lives and knows no end nor death ; 
Of Wisdom that the humblest babe might know, 
Imploring them with clean, unsullied hearts, 
To look from flesh to spirit for reward, 
Whilst I beheld methought his face did shine, 
And standing there transformed with holy light, 
I saw the Christ, God's perfect Man expressed. 

[44] 



A voice from Heaven, descending as a dove, 
Spake : My loved son, in thee I am well pleased ! 
I know not what the Saviour said, and yet, 
He swept the very harp-strings of my soul, 
I cried aloud, "Have mercy, I'm unclean." 
He heard me and his tears fell to the sea, 
Great globes of light from his illumined eyes. 
He gazed with soft compassion on the throng. 
Knowing full well the weakness of the flesh, 
He better knew the might which conquers it. 
So he condemned us not, but rather blessed, 
And pointing to a way which leads from earth, 
He said; "Be perfect as your Father is." 
From that time all my derelictions rose, 
As weighty mountains crushing hope to dust. 
He said: "I am the way, the truth, the life." 
But blackness hides my path. I dwell in night. 
O breaking heart, melt thou away to tears, 
The world-dream vanishes when Love appears. 



De Profundis 

A proud Pharisee, 
(It may have been thee, 
Thine old self maybe) 
Went up to profess, 

(Not confess). 
He raised a high head. 
With arrogance said: 
I'm not as most men, 
Or this publican, 

I thank thee. Amen, 
[45] 



And then he went down 

From temple to town 

With smug pharisaical air. 

And God never knew he was there. 

A publican went, 
His bosom sore rent, 
(Was it thee conscience sent?) 
In tears to confess ; 

(Not profess). 
He beat on his breast, 
With heart deep distressed: 
Have mercy on me, 
In my misery. 

So humbly prayed he. 
And then he went down 
From temple to town, 
And something within the man cried, 
Not pride, for it said: Justified! 



X 



Confession 
Canto 2 

" With the mouth confession is made unto salvation." 

— Paul. 

^1} t ITHIN the shadow my misdeeds have cast 
-MC* I will confess, O Lord, my past to Thee, 
Lay bare my heart and show each secret 
thought, 

[46] 



Pour deep into my conciousness Thy light; 
'Tis thus I take my first step to reform, 
For error brought to light is self-destroyed, 
And sin uncovered, withers into nought. 
The evil is augmented which men hide, 
And hope's blind grave lies in secretiveness. 
Hypocrisy welds fast the bands of sin 
While honesty brings strength to loosen them. 
Yea, candor is the sinner's way to Heaven. 
Confession, know I well, alone is vain 
To cancel error. Proof, with deeds and true 
Contrition, marks the roadway to reform, 
This goal when reached reveals the Heaven 
within. 

I do lay open, Lord, my soul to Thee, 
Warped as it is with vice, confused with guilt, 
Stained deep with self-indulgence, dwarfed with 

pride. 
When father David, Judah's lion king, 
Beheld Bath-sheba gleaming in the morn, 
His senses fled their lofty psalmody, 
To work most heinous concupiscence, 
And when he sent Uriah to his death, 
To satiate his lust with promptitude, 
Fair Nathan woke him with his parable. 
Then from the shame of this most grievous fault, 
He bared his error and in self-disgrace, 
Forthwith did sing his great confessional. 
So God forgave him and Bath-sheba bore, 
Our father Solomon — earth's wisest lord, 
Who built God's temple with its mercy-seat. 
My expectation cites this precedent: 
He who forgiveth one forgiveth all. 

[47] 



Thou art of too pure eyes, O God, to scan 
Earth's evil weakness, or iniquity. 
Truth sees no error, nor does Love think hate, 
Nor knows light darkness. All to it is light. 
I sought the highest that I knew. My sight 
Deemed lofty things, which wholly base now 

seem. 
What I called life, was but its opposite, 
And that which I thought joy, blind torment 

proves. 
How loveless is the traffic I named love ! 
The worldly princes vied with flattery, 
To pour their gold and silver at my feet. 
I dreamed that I was rich, but, Lord, how poor 
Are they who have but treasures of the earth. 
Untutored thus I magnified the flesh; 
Yet, ignorance and wilful sin are twain, 
And hand in hand are punished to their doom. 
My woman's intuition knew the wrong, 
Yet never was it heeded till the light, 
O'er flowed my heart through him of Galilee, 
Then fell my pleasures saturnalian 
And from life's lechery my soul recoiled, 
To find no peace would come from earth again. 
I've sinned, O Lord, I've sinned 'gainst self and 

Thee ; 
Purge me, Thou Pure One, that I may be clean. 
This little bag contains three hundred pence, 
The price of Mammon for my womanhood, — 
I will away, and buy me costly oil, 
And pour it on the feet/of him whose light, 
Awakened me to seek my better self. 
I'll bathe those feet with tears of gratitude, 

[48] 



To reach Christ's heart through penitential 

grace. 
Lord, give me strength in my humility, 
Lead Thou me on in mine extremity. 



x 



Miserere Nobis 

J J THEN the shroud of night 

*^>* Hides the sun's brave light, 

And man weeps o'er his deprivation; 

Then he lifts his eyes, 

Where in jeweled skies, 

Gleam the suns of a consrellation. 

Cease, cease, cease, O my heart, 
Cease from thy tearful flowing. 

Peace, peace, peace, O my soul, 
Peace like the river's flowing. 

When earth's heart-strings break, 

And our soul's partake 

Of the mortified dregs of sorrow ; 

Then thought lifts light wings 

To Love's higher things, 

And its joys from the Spirit borrow. 

Cease, cease, cease, O my heart, 
Cease from thy tearful flowing. 

Peace, peace, peace, O my soul, 
Peace toward the Perfect growing. 

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Repentance 
Canto 3 

"A broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou will not 

despise." — David. 
"For godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation." 

—Paul. 

ij3 AWN, and the eyes of morning filled with 

^ tears, 

Look down repentant on the sinful earth. 

Thus murky nature shows her sympathy 

For contrite ones who quaff their cup of woe. 

My grief is great, and hard mine agony; 

The night long yearned my saddened heart for 

dawn, 
But now with day, I wish for night again, 
That friendly sleep might bring from sorrow 

rest. 
Through those dark hours my couch ran hot 

with tears, 
Grief filled me, and such deep remorse was mine 
That death itself seemed blessed and a friend. 
Yet this dark exit never leads from pain, 
And well I know true being cannot end, 
That only dies which found its birth in flesh : 
Man is immortal as the God in Heaven. 
Mayhap these pangs which seem so bitter now, 
Are sad obsequies of my passing self, 
Repentance thus but mourns my sins' decease, 
And, disentangling from error's claim, 
Prepares my mounting thought for Love's high 

Heaven. 

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(Far sweeter are the stripes that cleave our sins 
Than soft caresses which would nurture them.) 
How ring the Baptist's words throughout my 

mind, 
"Repent ye! for God's kingdom is at hand." 
True penitence is unto earnest hearts 
More, precious than the pearls of Araby. 
True tears which fill the eyes enlighten them, 
And clarified they cognize good alone. 
I do repent, O God, I do repent ! 
My sin is now before me night and day. 
O ! why are thou cast down to earth, my soul, 
And why art thou disquieted within? 
Look thou to Love, the lifter of thy head; 
To Love divine, thy refuge and thy help; 
The Love who binds with healing balm thy 

wounds, 
And rears thee whole, Life's child forevermore. 
Ah grief, Ah sorrow, penitence and pain, 
My one time flaunting being bold and free, 
Bows down to dust in meek humility. 
Yet wake, my thought! repeat the Master's 

word: 
"And I will give thee rest. Come thou to me." 
He who with love feeds those believing him, 
Will not ignore my famished heart's desire. 
A broken heart the Lord will not despise, 
It is not hopeless for a soul sincere 
To swallow up its past in victory. 
I will anoint his feet with precious oil, 
Yea, with my tears, and twine them with my 

hair. 
Ah ! make me worthy to be called Thy child, 
That from Eve's dream real Woman may arise. 



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Laus Deo 

JpNABLE me, O God, to feed 

^ The hungering heart's unspoken need, 

As He who with sustaining food 

Fed Judah's famished multitude. 

O, may I serve each thirsting child 
Life's water pure and undefiled, 
And raise their fainting forms, as He 
Who quenched their thirst by Galilee. 

Give me the power, even me, 

To bring all men, O Lord, to Thee, 

And turn the water into wine, 

As Jesus did in Palestine. 

O grant that all may somewhat prove 
The constant presence of Thy love, 
So all may know and all may tell 
That Life is one long miracle. 

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Reformation 
Canto 4 

"Thou hast redeemed me, O Lord God of Truth." — David. 

djl LAZE on, thou noonday sun, and fill my 
^ heart ; 

Pour thy fair rays throughout my mind and 
see, — 

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Search for thyself, Fm free, free, praised be God! 
I am reformed, my being is re-formed. 
Rejoice my soul, rejoice and be thou glad. 
I find myself as God's own perfect child. 
Fm perfect, always was and will be pure, 
The image of my Father-Mother God. 
There is no sin, no evil, all is good! 
That mist which late encompassed me was 

nought 
But sheer delusion, God is All-in-all. 
Fm free, I breathe the atmosphere of Soul, 
I know there is no past, nor penalty; 
Eternity is one forever Now. 
Awake! my soul, and lift thy voice to God; 
Praise thou the Truth that ever maketh free, 
Sing thou, to Love who banishes all strife, 
To Mind that dissipates the matter dream. 
I thank Thee, God, that thou hast heard my cry; 
I thank Thee, Truth, for liberty and life. 
I know that all is peace and joy and Love, — 
There is no hate ; no room for sin or fear. 
God fills the universe .... and He is All. 
Oh! that the wide world to my heart might 
Hold fast, and tell it of this gentle peace, 
This dawn of joy, this higher sense of Love, 
The Spirit's reign, the evermore of Life. 
Adown the vistas of the unborn years 
Methinks there comes a lady clad with light, 
Her voice is soft, albeit everywhere 
Its echoes whisper healing cadences. 
The stars are twelve which crown the pensive 

brow. 
Her tongue is Science and her law is Truth, 
Yea, all her thoughts are thoughts of pleasant- 
ness. 

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Her flaming feet Christ's hallowed footsteps 

find, 
And Womanhood, co-majesty with Man, 
Swells the grand choral Ecce Femina! 
Old systems for new systems melt away, 
While each successive stage of consciousness 
Unfolds a clearer view of God and man, 
Of man's relation to his perfect God, 
The holier birthright as its consequence, 
Till in the largeness of a boundless day 
The truth which was and is, at last is come. 

Dreams, dreams were they which late did seem 

so true, 
Illusion, dreams of pain and dreams of joy. 
What fools the senses make of mortal men I 
With phantom joy, sin leads the sinner on, 
Rewarding him with cruel barrenness ; 
As in the thirsty desert some mirage, 
Arrays against the sky enticing scenes 
And seeming isles of soft retirement, 
Alluring pilgrims to forsake their ways 
To find return in pain and mockeries. 
Sin's cup of bliss doth break and fade away, 
The joys of Love alone can satisfy. 

God's gladness has been put within my heart; 
Thou hast redeemed me, Lord, Thy liberty 
Has come, with peace and harmony and love. 
And now the yoke of bondage is removed, 
Give me, I pray thee, strength to break the law 
Which seems to in this wanton world hold sway. 
Grant me to pray with understanding prayer, 
To heal the sick and bring the mourner joy; 

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To cleanse the sinner, and the broken heart 

To bind with Love, yea, turn earth's night to 

day, 
To break with Substance, limitation's law; 
To preach deliv'rance to the slaves of sense; 
To make the blinded see, the deaf to hear; 
To make the dumb man sing, the leper clean, 
And raise those dead in trespasses and sins 
To live and move and have their life in Thee. 
Yea, as Thy blessed Son who yestere'en 
When I came meek and penitent to him, 
Bowed at his feet and bathing them with tears, 
Cared nought for what his haughty host would 

say, 
But looked with kindness on my contrite form. 
The light of Love so filled his gentle thought, 
The nothingness of sin, so clear to him, 
Dawned on my mind. He shone as with a light ! 
Then turning to the Pharisee with strength, 
He smote self-righteousness and priestly pride, 
Self-love, self-seeking and the pride of life, 
The thirst of vain applause and pedantry. 
He said that these receive their own reward 
But call not down the grace of God from 

heaven, 
And looking, still his face aglow with love, 
He loosed my bonds and gave me liberty. 
O, praise the Lord, my soul and all within, 
Praise thou the Lord, raise thou His name to 

Heaven, 
Who hath redeemed thee, raised thee, made 

thee free ! 
Of all the jewels in the crown Love gives, 
None glitters with more brightness than reform. 

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In Hoc Signo Vinces 

iTE AD Y ! Forward ! Christian men, 
Onward, through the Stygian dark, 
With the Logos-laden ark, 
To your prize, your goal, your mark. 
Steady ! Christian men. 

Chorus 

Thorns ; a Python's hissing ; crosses, 
Tumult, tears; a tempest tosses; 
Love reward you for your losses. 
Forward! Christian men! 



Steady ! Forward ! Active men, 
Though your Lord be crucified, 
Christ must live though Jesus died, 
Christ forever glorified, 
Steady, active men. 

Chorus 

Thorns ; a Python's hissing ; crosses, 
Tumult, tears; a tempest tosses; 
Love reward you for your losses. 
Forward! Christian men! 



Steady ! Forward ! Christian men, 
O'er yon cross a star is born, 
Yonder where those palms are torn, 
Star of Being! star of Morn! 
Steady ! Christian men. 

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Chorus 

Cease the Python's hissing; crosses, 
Fades the tumult, tempest tosses, 
Love is yours with no more losses, 
Steady ! Christian men. 



Steadfastness 

Canto 5 

Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown 
of life. 99 — Rev. 

Ql HERE'S something infinite about the sky, 
^^ That jewel-inlaid bends from peak to peak, 
As upward from the valley here I gaze, 
Into the deep where shine the steadfast stars. 
When I consider, Lord, Thy work, the heavens 
And know that man o'er all hath full domain, 
That thou hast put all things beneath his feet, 
T firmly stand nor care what earth may do. 
There is no Life in that which death can claim. 
Love gives a peaceful thought and tranquil 

heart. 
Man in Thy likeness triumphs o'er the world. 
O, silent night! whose dark and clinging cloak, 
Translucent, deep and most mysterious, 
Covers the earth and veils her self-made scars, 
Well may'st thou hide the earth this woeful 

night. 
Ah, crucified! These pigmy, world-wise men 
Have nailed upon the cross their hope of Life. 

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Earth ever scorns the bringer of good news, 

Fetters and binds him who would make her free. 

It persecutes those who resemble good, 

To expedite its warfare with sweet Heaven, 

Yet vain the sum of error aggregate, 

Makes war on that which knows no sense of 

hate. 
Christ's God-like love knows nought of enmity, 
His essence is the Truth that never errs; 
The life which he reflects will never die; 
And Jesus through this Christ will conquer 

death. 

How tiny seems this world from yonder spheres, 
What atoms then the greatest worldlings are! 
Man is not matter governed by its claim, 
But with dominion rules in Spirit's might. 
Beneath his feet the planetary orbs, 
Circle within their system's harmonies 
About the central stillness of the Sun, 
Their God-head, Principle and Source of light. 
Man hears the music of the Pleiades, 
Unsheaths Orion's scintillating sword, 
And smiles with every twinkling of the stars. 
Amid the strong Truth-tempered elements, 
He leaps the vastness of the milky way, 
Bestrides the seven unhorizoned seas, 
And rests on islands of terrestrial bliss. 
Yet in the magnitude of vast ideas 
He learns great lessons from the humbler ones; 
The blade of grass, the dew-dripped lily's lip, 
The gleam of sunlight on the summer's sea 
Are links of thought which unify the whole: 
Completeness, full creation, whence pure 
Mind, 

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The Principle of being — Elohim, 
Almighty ! Infinite ! Eternal God, 
Beholds through law the changeless great I AM 
Delighting in His likeness, knows it good, 
The compound glory of the perfect US. 

'Twas not the pain but earth's ingratitude 
Which brought his cry "Lama sabachthani." 
Where are the twelve who late professed their 

love? 
Are they convinced that Man is mortal dust? 
The very fact that they deserted him 
Is proof they never knew his nature. They 
Have fled from him to hide their mortal selves, 
When he had toiled to show them perfect Man. 
O Love, magnanimous, thine amplitude 
Unfolds itself despite man's penury. 
Does only woman know sin has no power, 
To tear God's perfect Man from Life to death? 
Yea, only she would linger at the cross 
Until they bore his form unto the tomb. 

Father in heaven, I know that Thou art all, 
Thine is the power, Thine omnipotence 
Upholds creation in Thy perfectness. 
Oh, lift the veil which holds the eyes of men 
That they may glorify thine holy name ! 

To think it was a kiss the traitor used 
When he betrayed, not Christ, but his poor self. 
Thus hatred in Love's clothing would disguise 
The hypocrite and shield ingratitude, 
Yet sin betrays itself and fades to naught, 
A suicide must end each traitor's thought. 

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The Master seemed to know, when with his band 
He ate the blessed Paschal meat last e'en 
That he must bear and suffer on the cross. 
He said, "If I be lifted from the earth, 
I will draw all men unto me." — He knew, 
That God is Life eternal, death is dream. 
He seemed to feel it was no fellow man, 
But evil, not in person, striking him, 
For when they raised him high above the throng, 
He looked upon those he had healed and blessed; 
The multitude he fed upon the plain, 
To whom he had brought hope of Life and God; 
The lepers he had cleansed, the halt and blind, 
Whom He had made to see and walk and run, 
Yea, some among them whom the very tomb 
Had claimed e'er he had rescued them from 

death. 
This frenzied throng who owed to him their all, 
Cried, "Crucify him." God, that it should be! 
Then raising up his gentle eyes to heaven, 
He said, his voice compassionate and low, 
"Forgive them, for they know not what they do 
He blessed the very soldiers at his feet 
As they cast lots to gain his seamless robe. 
(Forbearance such as this men have not 

known.) 
O foolish world, how could thy vanity 
Believe that thou could'st murder such a man! 
No sting of death could pierce so great a love. 
Hate, malice, fear, resentment and revenge, 
The lust of flesh and earth's false sense of life, 
His goodness overwhelmed, his pure thought, 
Undid the law which fetters mortal mind, 
Healed sickness, fear, annihilated death, 
Uncovered evil, and foretold its doom. 

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>> 



So with its crime and cross and crafty smiles 
Sin would destroy him to save itself. 
It raised him from the earth and now men know, 
Forevermore that death no longer kills, 
That sin no longer reigns, and that disease, 
Is overcome by those who know their God. 
This tumult of the earth dies distantly, 
There is no life nor might apart from God, 
Yon tomb with Caesar's seal can ne'er bind Man. 

Steadfast I stand ! In God I put my trust ! 
I fear not. What can flesh do unto me? 
From the scarred womb of this distorted night, 
Will spring a day more bright than earth has 

known. 
These death throes are but travail and new birth, 
Which brings sweet peace on earth, good will to 

men. 
Majestic Truth knows never aught but Truth, 
Eternal Love loves on for all to love : 
Jn Life lives Man immortal evermore 
And he ordained of God hath understood 
That Christ is deathless victor, Son of Good ! 

X 

Te Deum Laudamus 



% 



ET songs of praise to God arise, 
Te Deum laudamus. 

Who fills the earth and sea and skies, 
Te Deum laudamus. 

In honor and in majesty, 

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With strength and true serenity, 
Be Thou our King eternally, 
Te Deum laudamus. 

Let death and sin be heard no more, 

Te Deum laudamus. 
True order and pure peace restore, 

Te Deum laudamus, 
Let pain, disease and loneliness, 
Fade back to primal nothingness, 
Shine forth, Lord God our Righteousness! 

Te Deum laudamus! 

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Resurrection 

Canto 6 

" Arise, shine; for thy light is come, and the glory of the 
Lord is risen upon thee." — Isaiah. 

/JM HE day awakes, Love's dawn is kindling. 
^^ These herald rays, the vanguard of the 

sun, 
Thrill with their life the lily-scented air. 
The song bird waking lifts his voice to heaven, 
Hushed is the quiet earth this Sabbath morn. 
How tranquil now the whole world seems to 

wait 
For Him to come again who bringeth peace. 
How bright the dew reflects the morning sun, 
As man, the perfect likeness, mirrors God. 
And with the day the mists of earth arise, 
So vanish all our fears before the light. 
My soul hath wakened my true self to see, 

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Perfect as God, eternal as pure Mind! 

While earth was dark and dark the thoughts of 

men, 
The mother of him who proclaimed the Christ, 
With others who had ministered to him, 
Approached the sepulchre where he was laid, 
They would prepare his body for the tomb. 
Came I also, yet not to bury him, 
Nor find him dead, but risen with his God. 
And lo, we found the stone rolled from the door. 
Some cried, "Woe be unto us, our Lord is ta'en." 
I needs must smile, although with tearful eyes; 
Our God is Lord of life and not of death. 
O, heavy-laden earth when wilt thou rouse, 
To know there is no matter — all is Mind? 
Can'st compass Omnipresence in a tomb? 
Then come and steal Omnipotence by night. 
God's man, the Christ Omniscient knows no 

bounds, 
No bands but those of Love's infinity. 
Barjona and the one whom Jesus loved 
Ran breathless crying, "Empty is the tomb." 
Mine ears cannot be touched by error's voice, 
Which whispers : mayhap after all this man 
May be as other, greater, yet of earth. 
Christ is eternal. When I saw the stone 
Was rolled away, I, entering the tomb, 
Beheld two men with garments glistening. 
I bowed my face to earth. They spake and said, 
"Why seek the living here among the dead? 
He is not here but risen." And from then 
An holy calm makes tranquil mine whole heart. 
And I, if I would rise above the earth, 
Must purify myself, as he is pure, 
Perfect myself to his God-crowned estate, 

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And make his resurrection mine as well. 
Yea, from the sepulchre of mortal sense, 
Must step transformed reflecting one pure 
Mind. 

Father in Heaven, mine eyes behold the Truth, 
I hallow Thy name by making pure mine own, 
Thou givest me an understanding heart, 
And I perceive Thy deathless Son, the Christ, 
Yes, through his resurrection rise to Thee. 
Thrice blessed sunlight shine throughout mine 

heart, 
I am transformed by my renewed mind. 
He comes, my Lord, — sweet lamb of God. I 

sing, 
Rabboni, Master, everlasting King! 



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SONNETS OF SOUL 



I One Time Saw A Grecian 
Column Stand 

3 ONE time saw a Grecian column stand, 
A snow white index pointing to the sky, 
Serenely tranquil in that symmetry, 
Which sung the genius of a master hand, 
And long forgot in that forgotten land. 
The golden sunlight bathed its classic form, 
Lovely amid the loveliness of Thrace. 
And when black tempests bellowed o'er earth's 

face, 
It brooked with quietude the passing storm, 
A very crown of unassuming grace. 
Ah matchless column, memory yet thrills 
My sacred hours with thine imagery! 
They love God much who serve as restfully, 
On duty's base amid the quiet hills. 



Note: — First published in The Christian Science Monitor, 

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Savonarola 

TITHE hierarchy frowned. Yet he was 

V^ just. 

And so they burned his fragile bones away, 

For man to face such high authority, 

Was cause to trample down his hope in dust. 

Yet from the fury of the holocaust, 

There sprang a law which, wresting tyranny, 

Revealed the purpose of his ecstasy, 

Foreshadowing that bigotry was lost. 

Savonarola. Mighty Florentine, 

Who bearded worldly kings without a qualm, 

To thy great memory accept this psalm. 

While fame re-echoes o'er the Aventine : 

Their lights blaze on whose flames are 

quenched of men, 
Like bloody suns which set to rise again. 



Ah, Lovely Thrace 

AH, lovely Thrace, white slave of many 
years, 
Sold in the shambles to barbaric hordes, 
How trite a theme thy splendid shame affords, 
To him whose pen would well the heart to 

tears. 
Through light and shade, betwixt thy hopes and 

fears, 
Anon, breaks o'er our day those potent words, 
Of waiting justice, which shall break the swords 
Of tyranny. Still one dark cloud appears, 

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And from the ling'ring dusk thy Hope would 

seize. 
Wake from an age long dust, Demosthenes! 
Thrace is Hellenic. Let no brutal hand, 
Forge on these snow white wrists the tyrant's 

band. 
Shall League of Justice justly be begun, 
Which metes not justice to this martyred one? 



Note: — First published in The Christian Science Monitor. 

x 

I Know a Garden With a Limpid 

Pool 

M KNOW a garden with a limpid pool, 
*** A youthful faun smiles from its brim at 

ease — 
A song in marble that Praxiteles, 
Dreamed of an evening when the woods were 

cool, 
And in the morning with his supple tool, 
Carved workmanlike. Still through the cypress 

trees, 
It blinks the days 'twixt us and Pericles, 
When art was law, and eloquence the rule. 
Cobalt and amethyst, dawn-gray, star 

bright, 
The pool is changeful but the faun is white, 
Whose chaste reflection in its mossy grot, 
Unlocks for me a secret all might find, 
How ideal man reflects the perfect Mind — 
Tis holy ground, this green sequestered spot. 

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Giotto's Tower 

M T STANDS a clear Carrara trumpet tone, 
*** And holds above the harrying crowd its 

bell, 
Resonant, mellow and most rhythmical, 
Like bars of music chrystalized to stone — 
Flesh of the flesh of Art ; bone of her bone. 
Ornate, yet simple, rich nor prodigal, 
It rears for Taste her fitting pedestal, 
A theme for Poesy; for Grace a throne. 
"Work and be strong! Work and be strong !" 

So rings, 
From Giotto's belfry the lily bell, 
While all its liquid assonances tell, 
Unrest and discord are but passing things. 
For heaven's most just decree has ever willed, 
That men live not, unless they love — and build! 

Santa Groce 

M MUSE in Santa Croce's marble aisle, 
*** And where the work of Michael Angelo 
La Pieta, was placed long years ago, 
I share the grief of Mary's patient smile, 
While by my side the whispering pilgrims file. 
The sum of human misery seems to flow, 
From half carved forms of universal woe, 
In Buonarroti's monumental pile. 
Have I not borne like him my cross alone, 
And shared the spear wound of his pierced side? 
Have I not been with Jesus crucified, 
And traced his steps to Love's celestial throne? 
Aye, from the battle and the agony, 
Shall I not bear his palm of victory? 

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Abelard and Heloise 

j\\ Y lord reposes there while I rest here, 
^** Twelve slender Gothic pillars watch our 

shrine. 
Across the vaulted ceiling forms divine, 
Smile mystically through vibrant atmosphere, 
And breathe o'er us a benediction, dear; 
Scholarly youth, pale Heloise is thine, 
Whom convent walls shall nevermore confine, 
Rest each content. Is not the other near? 

My Abelard, when culture was Mooresque, 
With transcedental genuis won the crown, 
Which brought medieval France her old 

renown, 
Rescuing Europe from the Arabesque. 
And yet his greater conquest — wrought in 

tears, 
Proved woman's love triumphant through the 

years. 



x 



Michael Angelo 

"Heaven and earth shall pass away, but my words shall 
- not pass away." — Jesus. 

fOU master mind that reared St. Peter's 
dome, 
And with your sonnets graced the realm of song, 
Rebuking with the Prophet's courage, wrong, 

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You carved your very soul in living stone! 
Inadequate are mortal lips to praise, 
So far above the thoughts of men you soared. 
Your sculptured landmarks lead us heavenward, 
And in your works we read God's prophecies. 
These marbles, like your mortal self must wane, 
And crumble back to dust and nothingness. 
The pure ideals of Him you would express, 
Will burn for aye in Soul's immortal flame; 
Embodied deep in them your thoughts of Good, 
Will stand, in Truth, forever understood. 



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Life 



'And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as 
crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God and of 
the Lamb." — St. John. 



® 



J I HOU universal river, stream of Life, 
^ That, unhorizoned, from Love's holy 
mount, 
Flows on in peace from Mind's eternal fount. 
Purer than crystal free from mortal strife, 
Thou severest as some two-edged knife, 
From error, and Thy grandeur doth disown, 
Death's phantom dreams that would as Truth 

be known. 
In thy clear depths no thoughts of earth are rife, 
Thy fullness waters those health-leafed trees, 

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Which bring the nations freedom from disease 
There is no death to those who looking for, 
Immortal Truth but turn their gaze to Thee, 
Thou guardest them throughout eternity; 
In thee, O Life, they live forevermore. 



X 

Life 
II 

" And he showed me a pure river of water of life, clear as 
crystal, proceeding out of the throne of God, and of 
the Lamb." — St. John. 

^>J AIL everlasting Principle of things! 
^^ Primeval basis, elemental Cause, 
Through whose dynamic Law, we cognize laws, 
Wherein the universal order swings. 
Hebraic John the rapt apostle, sings, 
Of Thee, a river whence prolific trees, 
Grow fruitfully with healing from disease, 
To mitigate death's dream and drown its 

stings. 
From out Thy seven cycled pregnancy, 
Completeness is as evidence of Thee. 
Nor shade of death, nor hell Thy fullness brings, 
Creator ! Lord of lords and King of kings ! 
Minutia, grandeur, Man, in unison, 
Rejoice, adore and call thee God I Amen. 

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Love 

I 

"God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in 
God, and God in him." — St. John. 

Mj OVE — the angel's synonym for God, 
^* Love — the cool peace of the twilight air, 
Love — the reign of Spirit everywhere, 
Love — the joy that follows Wisdom's rod, 
Love — the balm that brings surcease from 

pain, 
Love — the Life that conquers death and fear, 
Love — the Soul abiding ever near, 
Love - — the ocean cleansing sin's deep stain. 
Love — the law which grants the nations rest, 
Love — the beacon burning in each breast, 
Love — the gladness shining through the sun, 
Love — the blessed bond of brotherhood, 
Love — the tender tie of Motherhood, 
Love — the union making all men one. 



a; 

Love 
II 

4J lOVE is our God's angelic synonym. ^ 
^* The peace we sometimes sense in twi- 
light air, 
Unfolds the reign of Spirit everywhere, 
Attunes all thought to Soul's seraphic hymn, 

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And lights with noontide splendor, life once 

dim. 
Thou Love that compensateth Love, in prayer, 
We call Thee Abba, Father, feel thy care, 
Transcendent Presence, Mother — Elohim ! 
Our cup of life with health and blessings 

brim, 
And though Thy rod spares not the healing 

sting, 
Thy staff upholds, makes sweet the chastening, 
Till pristine Truth appears in paradigm. 
Sweet are the songs Love's joyous presence 

sends, 
Like golden milestones to our journeys' ends! 



X 



Immortal Mind 

"Thine, O Lord, is the greatness, and the power and the 
glory, and the victory, and the majesty; for all that 
is in the heaven, and in the earth is thine; thine is 
the kingdom, O Lord, and thou art exalted as head 
above all." — David. 

3|mMORTAL Mind, by whom were all 

*-* things wrought; 

Eternal One, whose affluence creates, 

All true ideas, all perfect postulates, 

Whose might omniscient, might to all hath 

brought, 
The carnal mind of earth to Thee is nought. 
Thy knowledge, blessed Mind, annihilates, 
The flimsy fables of earth's loves and hates, 

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Exalting those who know the power of thought. 

Creative Mind that fills immensity, 

Thou central sun of every true idea, 

All thoughts and things of pure propensity, 

Do circle in Thy light, — Thy law revere. 

Then glory, honor, majesty, domain 

Be Thine forever, — King forever reign! 

X 

The Carnal Mind 

"For to be carnally minded is death; but to be spiritually 
minded is life and peace" — Paul. 

ZTI HRICE damned carnal mind, belief of 
^ dust, 

Thy dream existence is a false pretense. 
O, mist of earth that hath no real substance ! 
Whence came this earthly chaos, mortal rust, 
This lie that ends in naught, begins in lust? 
Vague is thy kingdom. Thy weak influence, 
Fades dream-like from our God's omnipotence; 
From Mind's all-presence thou art ever thrust. 
Hate, falsehood, malice, sickness is thy plan; 
Adultery, murder, death, disease and fraud, 
To rupture brotherhood, debase true man, 
Thou carnal mind at enmity with God. 
Consumed in thine own self-destroying flame, 
Fade back to nothingness, from whence thou 
came. 

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Truth 

"Thy word is Truth." — Jesus. 

/||HOU God-illumined Light that men call 

V^ Truth, 

Thou only Mind that formed the universe, 

All living things thy radiances nurse, 

Created in Thy perfectness. In sooth, 

Thou art the one Intelligence, one Mind. 

All things, from suns to atoms, Thou made free 

In Thine unbroken continuity, 

And yet no matter dream in Thee we find; 

Nor shade of sin, nor error darkens Thee. 

No time, no space, no height nor depth frior 

dream, 
Of limitation mars Thy perfect theme ; 
All living things reflect Thy brilliancy. 
Thy one forever deathless man is proof, 
Of Life eternal, never-ending Truth. 

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Prayer 

"What things soever ye desire when ye pray, believe that 
ye receive them, and ye shall have them." 

—Mark 11:24. 



OFT, and anon the aspirations speak, 
Soul claims its own, through Pentecostal 
fire. 
Unsandaled walk the feet of soft desire, 
In potent prayer, puissance of the meek. 
All heaven is theirs who heaven within them 
seek. 

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Oh, Love divine, could consciousness rise 

higher 
Than Thee, our All? No more may man 

require ! 
Desire is prayer — one touch makes strong the 

weak. 
The wordy repititions mortals use, 
In sacerdotal conclave, seen of men, 
Reveal not God but oft His presence lose. 
'Tis in our closet Soul sweeps to the ken. 
Through little kindnesses and gentle grace, 
We seek, we find, we know Him face to face. 

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Unity of Love 

"Behold how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to 
dwell together in unity." — David. 

Til HOU beauty of holiness, Unity, 

^^ That maketh all men one reflecting good, 

And weldeth all in one grand brotherhood, 

How good it is for men to dwell in Thee ! 

To know one Mind, one consciousness and 

King, 
And, knowing this, their own small wills resign, 
To Thee, O Love, and know no will but Thine, 
This realized, God's heaven to earth will bring. 
Thus wars will end and tumult disappear; 
Ambition, love of power, pride of place, 
Will kiss the feet of peace and through God's 

grace 
Earth gain her victory o'er death and fear. 
United in one Mind, all men will see, 
There are no other gods, O Love, but Thee. 

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Liberty 



Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you 
free." — Jesus. 




LAVERY is abolished ! Man is free ! 
The clanging armies of earth-drunken 

sense, 
Have fled and fallen, — Love's omnipotence, 
Proclaims the Truth which brings men liberty. 
Triumphant Mind lifts blinded eyes to see, 
Life is eternal through death's shadows, dense. 
The sick are healed, and Love, man's sure 

defense, 
Doth manumit from sin's hard slavery. 
O strong and noble ! perfect Son of God ! 
Unlimited reflection of pure Love ! 
The matchless Aeon shining from above, 
Flings wide the prison doors of matter's clod. 
Forever man wast, ever man shall be, 
Full heir with Christ to boundless liberty. 



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Purity 

'With the pure thou wilst show thyself pure." — David. 
"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." 

— Jesus. 

(jft PURITY, thou gentle lamb of God, 
^-^ Thou lily chaste beside the stream of Life, 
Thou bride, the blessed Spirit's virgin wife! 
Thou art the peaceful path Christ Jesus trod, 
The corner-stone of all embracing Mind, 

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The tabernacle where true Love abides, 
The chariot of light wherein Truth rides, 
The tie of Life uniting all mankind, 
Thou art to all a crown and diadem. 
They who serve Mammon never know thy 

peace, 
O, gentle presence, till from sin they cease. 
Then, angel-like, thy joy abides with them. 
The man who ever fills his heart with thee, 
Walks with his God, throughout eternity. 



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Substance 

'7 cause those that love me to inherit substance; and I 
will fill their treasures." — Solomon. 

Unfathomable substance, endless 

*7 Mind, 

Illimitable source of all that's true; 

Abundantly thine affluence flows through, 

Thy perfect channel, Man, of Thee designed. 

Oh, when will men on earth awake to see, 

All limitation is to Thee a lie, 

Thou never-failing Source of all supply! 

For Thou art All-in-all eternally, 

Nor poverty nor want in Thee we find; 

Thy richest blessings wait for all mankind; 

Who, turning to the Lord a grateful heart, 

Receive the wealth of Mind which you impart. 

They who behold Life's universe within, 

Find endless Substance and Love's kingdom win. 

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Spirit 

/if) SPIRIT, God, Thou perfect Source of 

W f light, 

Benevolent and tender, holy One, 

Thou art, of all that is, the central Sun ! 

These bubble worlds seem substance, but their 

might 
Melts, vapor-like, beneath Thy soulful sight, 
For all that is by Spirit was begun. 
"Light !" spakest Thou — the universe was 

done; 
Creation leaped to glorify Thy right. 
There is no matter — Mind is All-in-all ; 
Man is not as these mortal minions seem ; 
Nor is God manifest earth's stupid dream : 
All is celestial — man free born is thrall, 
To boundless Substance, Spirit, Love divine, 
And, Spirit-like, forevermore must shine. 



a; 

Pray Ask Me Not To Stand 
Among the Great 

PRAY ask me not to stand among the 
great, 
An honored Fellow of your Order fair, 
"What should so poor a suppliant do there, 
Whose humble song would find so little weight? 
Your far-famed bards would sigh and 

hesitate, 
Reluctantly beside this awkward chair, 

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To hear these chauntings — stone rough hewn 

in prayer, 
Extolling God some pang to expiate. 
Such repetitions find sweet recognize, 
By singing o'er and o'er "Oh, Love divine, 
My heart, my soul, my fervor, all are 

Thine!" 
This is my crown, not Petrarch's laurel prize. 
Shall not the Master save the honored seat, 
For those who wait unhonored at his feet? 



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The Holy Bible 

*I PON this rock the Courts of Justice stand 

*™ And every honest Pulpit has its base. 

Mens Medica is honored in this place 

And Labour, first of all is crowned and blest. 

Here Science, Law, and Gospel are expressed, 

True Government her stately goings trace, 

Here scholarship finds ornamental grace, 

And business enterprise acquires zest. 

In time of war it is a citadal, 

Here peace enunciates her harvest song, 

Joy, health, prosperity and virtues throng, 

Here true equality her hopes fulfill. 

He who decries it — whatso'er his school, 

Rears but his cenotaph inscribed "A fool." 



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POEMS OF 
SPIRITUAL HEALING 



God Is My Strength 

"The Lord is the strength of my life, of whom shall I be 
afraid?"— Ps. 27. 

"In God have I put my trust. I will not be afraid of what 
flesh can do unto me. In God have I put my 
trust. I will not be afraid. What can man do unto 
me?"—Ps. 

4|a E strong, fair son of God, arise ! 

^ Life's mighty hand hath struck the hour ! 

Away, thou fears that mesmerize, 

Give place to Spirit's might and power! 

Ye sick, arise ! Almighty God 

Upholds you perfect, saying, "Wake!" 
Disease is but a finite fraud, 

Which Mind omnipotent doth break. 

Be strong ! Free limbed and fearless be ! 

Love's word is instant, bringing peace. 
Thyself as Life's expression see. 

Let pain, disease and sorrow cease ! 

Ah sinner, weak one, from the night 

Where thou has toiled in self-wrought 
chains, 

A knowledge of th' eternal might, 

Thy freedom, as God's son, regains. 

Though thou hast fallen, rise once more! 

Experience adds to thy strength; 
Each conquered sin exalts thee more, 

To gain Mind's true idea — at length. 

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Thy burden, mourner, Mind shall melt, 
Who girds thee, fearless, fair and free; 

The crushing blow, which sorrow dealt, 
Falls harmless when Love covers thee. 

Unstable flesh, discordant earth, 

Which has no substance, truth, nor life! 
The Spirit never gave it birth, 

Malignant scene of phantom strife ! 

God is my strength ! I have all might ! 

There is no weakness; Mind is all! 
I shine the universal right, 

Man in God's likeness cannot fall ! 

On ! On ! From strength to strength press on ! 

Omnipotence upholds thy hand. 
God's panoply of power don ! 

Whose Wisdom nothing may withstand. 

O, irresistible and strong, 

The sword of Life with power swing ! 
Bear up and shout Love's triumph song ! 

Reflect omnipotence and sing! 



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As A Man Thinketh, He Is 

"For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he." — Prov. 23:7. 

VLS A MAN thinketh, he is, my friend. 
"* The Mind of the Christ will a blessing 

send. 
Think of thyself as God's perfect son, 
His normal, harmonious, healthful one; 
Think of thy being, — Life's mirror pure, 
Reflecting the Spirit from sense secure. 
O, let thy thought with thy Maker's blend: 

As a man thinketh, he is. 

Hast been long stretched on a couch of pain? 
Would'st freedom and vigor and health regain? 
Think of thyself as the child of Life, 
God's master of anguish and fear and strife; 
Health is the law which man must express. 
Deny that life holds for him, pain, distress. 
Thinking Love's health will thy health regain : 
As a man thinketh, he is. 

Art thou a sinner by Mammon bound? 
Would yearnings of flesh perfect manhood 

drown? 
Arise ! Shine forth with one great desire ; 
Denying thyself, to the Truth aspire. 
Think of real man as of nobler worth 
Than creatures that cling to the shameful earth. 
Through Mind mount high from earth's barren 

ground. 

As a man thinketh, he is. 

Art thou a weakling by impulse swayed? 
With thoughts on the Spirit, ah, never stayed? 
Let thy consciousness on true Wisdom wait, 

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Steadfast, ne'er waver nor vacillate. 
The lightning may flash and the senses roar, 
A sentinel stand at thy mental door, 
Then think of the way that our Saviour prayed. 
As a man thinketh, he is. 

Art thou a pauper with hollow eye? 
Do chances of gaining success go by? 
Think of thyself with the wealth of Mind, 
A channel of Substance for all mankind; 
Think of Soul's resources, — infinite, 
Then manifest Mind by affirming it. 
Oh, end this limited slavery ! 

As a man thinketh, he is. 

There is but one Mind and that Mind is God; 
Then why through earth's desolate by-ways 

plod? 
The harvest is white, and the laurel crown 
Is waiting; then trample the senses down. 
'Gainst majestic Truth naught can militate; 
Love's freedom no power can vitiate. 
Be strong! Be pure! Be God's perfect man! 

As our Lord thinketh — man is. 



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A Healing Lullaby 

"/ will lay me down in peace, and sleep: For Thou Lord 
only makest me to dwell in safety." — Ps, 4:8. 

/fl HE moon is rising gently o'er the mere; 
^^ It bathes the fevered brow of Earth with 

calm ; 
The night wind whispers softly "Peace is here;" 
All nature brings her cool and healing balm. 

O, God's in His heaven, love; 
Fair in His heaven, dove; 
God's in His heaven near. 

The dreams of evening quickly fade away; 
Soon light will step through pearly gates of 

dawn, 
Rest, little lamb, until the gladsome day 
Shall bid the shadows of the night be gone. 

O, rest in God's bosom, love; 
Soft in His bosom, dove; 
Slumber, sweet lamb, sleep on. 

The rosy sky foretells the waking Sun, 
He brightly mounts the ladder of the morn; 
The birds are singing softly, "Night is done; 
Awake, dear child, another day is born!" 

O, God's in His beauty, love; 
Full in His beauty, dove; 
God's in His beauty here. 



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The Prayer That Heals 

'Father, the hour has come; glorify Thy Son, that Thy 
Son may also glorify Thee, Thou hast given Him 
power over all flesh,' 9 — John 17:1, 3. 

(Iff PON the rock the thinker stands, 
'** His eyes reflect the sky; 
In silent prayer his heart flows out 
To Mind, his God on high : 

In silent prayer his heart goes out, 

In virile, strong, repose. 
Affirming truth for God and man, 

As on through Love it flows: 

Within the silence of my heart, 
God hears me when I pray : 

The hour has come to glorify 
Thy son, O Lord, to-day. 

Love's vital prayer is to affirm 

The Truth, and own God's sway; 

The deep and longing look toward Love 
Which melts the earth away. 

His thought is ever one with Christ, 

His God is everywhere, 
He giveth life and strength and joy 

In answer to his prayer. 

Thou mak'st man loving, Lord, our Love 

Compassionate and kind, 
Embracing all humanity, 

The perfect child of Mind. 

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Thou mad'st me chaste, Thou God of light, 

As Thou art, pure in heart; 
Thou cleansed me, and to all who need, 

Thy healing I impart. 

For Love I labor fearlessly, 

From apprehension free, 
Christ-crowned in strength and confidence, 

To light the world for Thee. 

Depression hath no place in man; 

Thy light, O healing Sun, 
Doth make me buoyant, glad and free, 

Thou strong and joyous One. 

I have my being in pure Mind, 

All fear and woe above, 
Immortal, perfect, infinite, 

And patterned after Love. 

Mine eyes are perfect, and mine ears; 

I strongly voice God's word; 
With action free, and being strong; 

Pure thought my loins gird. 

I breathe the air of Life divine, 

Free from disease or fear; 
No germ of earth, through sin or birth, 

May ever enter here. 

I have all beauty, symmetry; 

Love's glory lights my face ; 
In form and outline I reflect 

The splendor of God's grace. 

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I have all power, life and might, 

A Mind omnipotent; 
Thus panoplied in strength, I meet 

And prove sin impotent. 

I have all substance, affluence, 

Abundance of Life's food; 
I break the law that limits man, 

And feed the multitude. 

Love gives an understanding heart, 
With knowledge of Thee, Lord; 

I lift my voice in Wisdom's might, 
To propagate Thy word. 

I heal all sickness, conquer sin, 

Annul the curse on man, 
Through Thee, Physician, great of strength, 

I break earth's cruel ban. 

Strongest Redeemer ! Mind of all ! 

Thou pure light-giving Stream! 
Thou dost baptize the universe 

In Life, Thou Love supreme ! 

O, what a wealth have I, O God, 

When I but realize 
Thou art my Father; I, Thy son, 

Am perfect in Thine eyes. 



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The Healing of the Blind 

"Go show John again those things which you do hear and 
see: The blind receive their sight and the lame walk, 
the lepers are cleansed, and the deaf hear, the dead 
are raised up, and the poor have the gospel preached 
to them. And blessed is he, whosoever shall not be 
offended in Me." — Matthew 11:4-6. 

IkLOOD physician, give me aid! 

^-" "There's no help for you/' he said, 

And the blind one groped away with bitter tears. 

"Nature's therapeutic art 

Can no hope nor help impart 
To the one who knows the darkness of thy fears." 



Pray, good pastor, make me free ! 
"God afflicted you," said he. 
"Be thou reconciled, and say, 'Thy will be 
done/ 
In His mercy God doth dole 
Pain to cleanse thy sinful soul, 
And withholds from thee the gladness of the 
sun." 



Canst thou help me, gentle maid? 

"God is Love, dear friend," she said. 
"In His grace He made man perfect, strong and 
free. 

What the senses say are lies ; 

In Christ's name, lift up thine eyes! 
As thy faith in God, so be it unto thee !" 

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Lord, Thy light streams down from 

heaven ! 
The discernment Thou hast given 
Of the Truth, alights mine eyes to see Thy face. 
Pain and blindness disappear, 
As Thy love removes my fear, 
And the consciousness of Christ my woes dis- 
place. 

O, ye sufferers of earth, 

Marred by accident or birth, 
When the theories of thine elders give no aid, 

From earth's barren creeds, above, 

Look to God, eternal Love, 
As the blind man to the God-inspired maid. 



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Guide Thou Me, Lord 

'O send out thy light and thy truth; let them lead me; 
let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy 
tabernacles." — Psalms 43 :3. 

(KuiDE Thou me, Lord; 
^-^ The way is steep, 
My path runs through 

The darkness, deep. 
Make my bright lamp 

Thy shining Word, 
To light the way. 

Guide Thou me, Lord, 

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Guide Thou me, Lord; 

Teach me Thy will, 
Direct my steps ; 

Vain strivings still. 
With steadfast truth, 

These loins gird, 
To follow on. 

Guide Thou me, Lord. 

Guide Thou me, Lord; 

From vales of fear 
To heights of Love 

The pathway clear. 
Turn my desires 

All heavenward, — 
With songs of joy, 

Guide Thou me, Lord. 

Guide Thou me, Lord; 

From dread disease, 
Bring holy balm 

From healing trees. 
Thou Who hast blest, 

Redeemed, restored; 
In perfect health 

Guide Thou me, Lord. 

Guide Thou me, Lord; 

I yearn for light; 
Thy love alone 

Dispels the night. 
Send the clear voice 

Our Saviour heard; 
Thou held his hand, — 

Guide Thou me, Lord. 

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Guide Thou me, Lord; 

Behold! 'tis dawn, 
The dreamer wakes, 

O, guide me on. 
See! Light breaks forth; 

Hope long deferred 
Is crowned with joy. 

Guide Thou me, Lord. 



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Be Well 

"Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and 
Christ shall give thee light." — Eph. 5:14. 

M& E well ! Man was not made to fade and 
^ pine. 

He has a higher niche to fill, and more 
divine. 
Awake to righteousness ! Fear not, 

Nor to earth's ills resign. 



Be well! Though sense has swept the deeps 
of hell, 
Though friends say help is vain; hard 
what befell, 
'Tis false. Christ reigns. Arise ! 
Love breaks the passing spell. 

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The Song of Life 

7 am come that they might have life, and that they might 
have it more abundantly." — St. John 10:10. 



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CROSS a weary world of woe 

There swells a joyous strain; 
The broken-hearted mourner wakes 

To harmony again. 
In seamless robe the risen Christ 

Shines forth to bless and heal ; 
The sepulchre reverberates, 

Life reigns — death is unreal ! 



The grave-clothes of dogmatic creed 

Give place to raiment white ; 
The letter, which so long hath killed, 

Through Spirit shrinks from sight; 
The quickened sense of new-born man 

Stands upright now to feel, 
As sickness, fear, and weakness wane, 

Truth lives — death is unreal ! 



Within the crucible of Love 

Melt murder, malice, hate; 
Dissolves each jealous tendency 

That would annihilate. 
A warm, sweet, tender brotherhood's 

Compassionate appeal 
Unites all heart-beats in one song, 

Love rules — death is unreal ! 

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The maimed, the halt, the lame and blind, 

Hear Truth's redeeming word, 
And see their limitations fall 

By Science' tempered sword. 
Arise and walk ! Thou art God's son I 

All men their freedom feel, 
As dark abnormal sense-dreams flee, 

Christ reigns, — death is unreal ! 

Art thou a widow, heavy-browed, 

Or mother, childess now? 
Doth absent brother, friend, or babe, 

Thine heart in anguish bow? 
In Life divine thy dear one dwells, 

Immortal, perfect, real. 
Dry thou thy tears, praise thou the Lord; 

Man lives, — death is unreal ! 



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Fidelity 

'Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown 
of life." — Revelation, 3:10. 

7t\ HE breakers lash themselves away, 
^^ The thunder heads roll by; 
Stalwart and grand the mountains stand, 
Against the changing sky. 

The lightning flashes o'er the cloud, 

The tempest tears the lea; 
The sturdy rock withstands the shock 

In calm fidelity. 

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Outrageous failure strikes her blow, 
Pain sends its circumstance; 

Man brooks the fight in Spirit's might; 
The victor over chance. 

Loud clang the blows upon his helm, 

They shiver on his mail, 
But still he swings his sword, and sings : 

In Love I cannot fail. 

God is man's Soul, Who knows no death 

Nor dread oblivion; 
Above the strife, eternal Life 

Requits my orison. 

A hundred times he falls to earth, 
More strong each time to rise; 

The earth he spurns, and ever turns 
To Truth, that fortifies. 

Resentment, malice, press before, 
Fear, weakness, lust and hate, 

He looks above to perfect Love: 
His fears capitulate. 

He loves with ever-growing love, 
Makes Love his only prayer; 

He loves his foes, till even those 
Are brought to God's dear care. 

He fetters weakness and revenge, 

The passion's strength he chains; 

Through his calm trust Love conquers lust, 
Till harmony remains. 
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Temptation with enticing cup 
Says, "Come and follow me." 

"Get thee behind, thou carnal mind! 
My joy is chastity." 

Though prompted, he will know no sin 

Nor subtle sorcery; 
On God he calls, nor ever falls 

From his sweet purity. 

The Tital forms of error quail 

Before his fearless gaze ; 
With every blow he fells a foe, 

A sin to earth doth raze. 

His trusted kinsmen turn from him, 

His allies fall away; 
Clearer he sees when earth-help flees 

That God will not betray. 

These foes withdraw from off the field, 
When pestilence comes nigh; 

Yet dauntless still, with joyous thrill, 
He turns to God on high. 

There shall no sickness come by night, 
Nor weakness come by day; 

God is my health, disease through stealth 
Cannot in man hold sway! 

Suggestions of a bygone day 

Say, "See, we are not done." 

When error dies it cannot rise, 
Go hence thou evil One! 

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When through pure Science' Christian mode 
The dreams of pain collapse, 

There's no return to tears that burn, 
No fear to bring relapse. 

The haggard wolf of loss and lack 
Slinks nigh with aspect gaunt, 

My God on high is man's supply, 
Who meets my every want. 

He fills my treasures, with His love 

Brings wealth abundantly; 
The Mind of good, when understood, 

Gives all things unto me. 

Ambition leads him to the mount, 
And shows him all the earth ; 

Man is exempt, and naught can tempt 
The Mind who gave him birth. 

No pride of thought can throw him down, 

Nor worldly prince deface; 
Humility alone doth see 

Love, and dwell in Love's place. 

Self-seeking pride, and love of fame 

Say, "Be thyself a God." 
Away from me, idolatry! 

Thy garish toys defraud. 

"I will be loyal to my God, 

My Leader and my Cause; 

Forever true, O Christ to You, 

And constant to Love's laws." 

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The sunlight bursts across the vale, 
A rainbow spans the sky; 

He doth rejoice. A gentle voice 
Descends from God on high : 

"Thou hast been faithful unto death, 
Strongly thou braved the strife; 

And now, well done, beloved son, 
Receive thy crown of Life." 



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The Walk to Emmaus 

"Blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be com- 
forted." — St. Matthew 5:4. 

JjlUR heads were bowed low 

^-^ As we started to go, 
And the darkest of fears did delay us ; 

We were mourning the loss 

Of our Lord, by the cross, 
On the heart-breaking walk to Emmaus. 



In anguish we cried 

"Oh, why must he have died?" 
Sobbing, "How could that brother betray us?" 

And no succor we hoped, 

As in blindness we groped, 
On our comfortless walk to Emmaus. 

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We murmured of death 

With each quivering breath, 
When a stranger in white did assay us ; 

Then our path shone with light, 

Making day of the night, 
On our wondrous walk to Emmaus. 

"Search Scripture," said he 

"For it speaks there of me." 
And the joy of his spirit did sway us; 

So we felt not the loss, 

Of our Lord by the cross, 
On the exalting walk to Emmaus. 

Our hopes were raised high 

As an inn we passed by, 
And the voice of the stranger did stay us ; 

When he brake for us bread; 

"Christ, our Saviour!" we said, 
On the glorious walk to Emmaus. 

And now, O my friend, 

As our journey we wend, 
Through the byways of earth that dismay us, 

Let us fearlessly stride 

With the Christ at our side, 
On our triumphal walk to Emmaus. 



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Gratitude and the Lepers 

"Blessed are they that do hunger and thirst after 
righteousness; for they shall be filled." 

— St. Matthew 5:16. 

A\\ OE unto him," the Saviour said, 

/ *^ "Through whom offenses, harsh and 

rude, 
Will come." 'Twere better he were dead; 
The worst is cold ingratitude. 



"Increase our faith, O Lord!" they cry — 

The twelve who hear the Truth he tells; 

He leadeth with a patient sigh, 
Admonishing with parables. 



They enter through the village streets ; 

A sorry group salutes their ken, 
The terror of whose sore depletes. 

"Have mercy!" cry the leper men. 



Compassionate and firm withal, 

God's light upon his face is seen, 

As rings the Master's healing call, 

"Go show yourselves, — that ye are clean." 



Sound is their flesh, their blood runs red, 

And pulsates through its new-born veins. 

Nine men rushed forth — where have they fled? 
But one Samaritan remains. 

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One, redolent with gratitude, 

Returns to do his Master's will; 

Still seeking Mammon's mocking food, 
The other nine are leper's still. 

Tis barren gain for those who feel 

The warmth of Christ, yet, heartless, cold, 

Remain but long enough to heal, 

And then a grateful heart withhold. 

The thrill of thanks our being feels, 
Removes the senses' primal curse; 

Reciprocating love reveals 

Forevermore God's universe. 



Be Not Afraid 

"Fear thou not, for I am with thee. Be not dismayed, 
for I am thy God. I will strengthen thee; yea, I will 
help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand 
of my righteousness.' 9 — Isaiah 41:10. 

m! E not afraid, O creepers of the earth ! 
^ The thing ye fear is but a senseless cloud. 
In God's name, rise! unloose the phantom 

shroud. 
Lo, o'er the earth Love's presence doth appear; 
The healing Christ triumphant draweth near. 
Awake O men! and be ye undismayed; 
Affirm, ye are God's sons. Be not afraid ! 

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Your enemies — confusion, woe and shame, 
That broke your hearts, and gave but gall to 

drink, 
Are utterly cast down when ye but think ! 
God is our Love, whose glory fills our hearts. 
Love holds man perfect ; Life and Truth imparts 
The sense that renders evil desolate, 
Shames goes to naught, and shows as nothing, 

hate. 

Be not afraid, ye weak and wounded men, 
Weary of crying, sinking 'neath sore pain! 
From sickness ye your freedom shall regain. 
The flood of Light that cleared all Galilee 
Dispels the shadows that have harassed thee. 
Arise ! and know by Spirit man was made 
As perfect as his God. Be not afraid ! 

Men make their woes, and damn their destinies, 
Conceding power to the dreams of sense. 
The antidote is: Know omnipotence! 
Proclaim the Truth — eternal Mind is all; 
There is no matter; then crass fears will fall. 
The senses' thralldom, lust's despotic sway, 
Before God, Mind triumphant, fade away. 

Ascribe all strength to Mind, O Israel ! 
Fear hath no cause, effect, nor dread disease, 
Though friends say help is vain, heed not ye 

these ! 
Though earth may melt, the heavens roll away, 
Inspired still be Spirit, stand and say; 
In Love man lives and moves, his God is here ; 
Rejoice in Soul, be glad! There is no fear! 

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Ye poor and needy, tarry now no more 
In habitations desolate with woe ; 
Make haste to dwell in Love, and firmly know 
There is no want; ye have the wealth of Mind. 
This is salvation's way for all mankind: 
Cast down all foes that against the Truth ar- 
rayed; 
Know God made all for man — Be not afraid ! 

O for your sake, I will not hold my peace. 
Ye sinner, sick one, pauper, ye who mourn, 
The Christ is come, and says, be now newborn. 
Be pure, be strong, be affluent and glad, 
Strangers and sons, what waking dreams ye had ! 
Rejoice, as fear's confusion fades away, 
Be not afraid ! Hail, everlasting day ! 

Good Is My God 

"Good is my God, and my God is Good; Love is my God, 
and my God is Love." — Mary Baker Eddy. 
( Miscellaneous Writings. * ) 

(I400D is my God, my God is Good. 

^& This brings me all blessings when under- 
stood. 

Mind is my God, my God is Mind. 

As His perfect image I am designed. 

Soul is my God, my God is Soul, 

Which leadeth to Spirit's celestial goal. 

Life is my God, my God is Life, 

Who frees me from weakness and death and 
strife. 

Truth is my God, my God is Truth. 

This brings me all beauty and strength and 
youth. 

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Love is my God, my God is Love, 
Who lifts me from discords of earth above, 
When thus to my Father my thought appeals, 
He hears me, and helps and blesses and heals. 



x 



Mind Healeth Sickness 

"Why art thou cast down, my soul (sense)? And why 
art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; 
for I shall yet praise Him, who is the health of my 
countenance and my God." — Psalms. 

^IIlND heals all sickness, Mind reforms, 
<J*\ Mind makes the sinner free, 
Mind bursts the bonds of false belief, 
Mind melts mortality. 

Life frees the Christian from death's chain, 

Life brings earth victory. 
Life says, "O death, where is thy sting?" 

Life giveth life to me. 

Truth casts our error, slays deceit, 
Truth brings surcease from pain, 

Truth lifts the veil that hides true man, 
Truth brings the Christ again. 

Love bathes all things in warm, sweet calm, 
Love makes all creatures kind, 

Love with one tender touch quells hate, 
Love is my perfect Mind. 



Note:— * Page 206, line 23. 

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Substance annuls the law of lack, 

Substance smites poverty, 
Substance reveals Christ's riches rare, 

Subtance unlimits thee. 

Health is the atmosphere of Soul ; 

Health is man's right divine; 
Health is unchanging, perfect, pure; 

Health is forever mine. 

Wake then, mine heart, and know thine own ; 

Thy birthright is God-given. 
Know that e'en now thou art Truth's own ; 

Enter the gates of heaven. 



Behold the Man! 

"Be ye therefore perfect, even as your Father which is 
in heaven is perfect. 9 ' — St. Matthew 5:48. 

/|T HE man who knows that evil is not power, 
^^ When it seems to be about the only thing ; 
And that matter has no life nor real existence, 
Though the false beliefs of error close and 
cling; 
The man who plants his standard on God's 
allness, 
Knowing God is good and good alone is 
Mind, 
Proving law the truth which some may hold is 
lawless, 
And adverse to every theory of mankind; 

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The man who makes his mind a golden dais, 
Where the moral purpose mounts with 
diadem, 
And his consciousness an open freedman's 
rostrum, 
To affirm the truth, each baser thing 
condemn ; 
The man who keeps his mind so filled with 
goodness 
That no sin, disease or death may trespass 
o'er 
The threshold of his thought, nor find an access 
To the soul whose perfect selfhood guards 
the door;* 

The man who's great enough to lead the simple, 
And yet simple, meek enough to teach the 
great; 
Who is sage enough to nourish babe and 
suckling, 
Yet is babe enough to set the sages straight; 
The man who turns his business into pleasure, 
And his pleasure, business in the Soul's 
employ ; 
Who with stern resolve can conquer every 
treasure, 
Then capitulate the thing he's won to joy; 

The man whose motto reads: Semper paratus, 
And with thought alert upholds his right- 
eous Cause, 
Nor will justify in heat his own high calling, 
But can leave that better part to wisdom's 
laws; 

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The man who loves with all his heart his 
neighbors, 
Though they seem to be his enemies 
galore, 
And when crucified and scorned for all his 
labors, 
From his cross can look and love them all 
the more; 

The man who's heart responds before you call 
him, 
Even more so in your sore extremity, 
Nor will recognize your need as claim or 
claimant, 
But will meet it as an opportunity; 
Who proceeds to figure out the situation 

And explain away the error you have 
feared, 
Leaving gratitude in place of condemnation, 
Till you wake to find the dream sense 
disappeared ; 

The man who begs not God to make him 
perfect, 

But affirms creation at that point now; 
Who adores the Lord because He made him 
loving, 

Nor the knee to any lesser god will bow. 
The man who sees the climax of creation, 

As the entity which God has made his own ; 
Above sin's frailty and death's mutation, 

Behold God's heir; the universe his throne! 



* Spiritual sense — S. & H. 

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In Love I Rest 

'Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is 
stayed on thee: because he trusteth in thee" 

— Isaiah 26:3. 



J 



N Love I rest: 

A sweet and gentle calm, 
By perfect Spirit blest, 

Stills now the senses rage, 
As when a shepherd's psalm, 

The lambkins' fears assuage. 
Then tranquil on His breast 

I breath this aftermath — 
In Love I rest. 

In Love I rest : 

The fleeting dream of pain 
No more shall be expressed; 

God's peace and joy are here. 
Low, sweet, Love's calm refrain, 

Glad angels' voices clear, 
In strains that heal and bless, 

Do murmur, as they heal, — 
In Love I rest. 

In Love I rest : 

The barren joys of sin 
Fade 'neath the Spirit's test; 

Christ cleans the stain away, 
Fear's anguish and its din, 

And Love alone holds sway. 
No more by sense obsessed, 

In rapture soft I breathe — 
In Love I rest. 

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In Love I rest: 

Life's yoke is light. I see 
In shining raiment dressed 

The Christ, whose tender tone 
Calls, soft, "Come unto Me;" 

And from the Spirit's throne, 
No more to be oppressed, 

My soul sings, winged with praise, — 
In Love I rest. 



X 



The Spirit of Sure Success 

"Lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways 
acknowledge Him, and He shall direct thy paths." 

— Proverbs 3:6. 

4ki RIEND, should you admonish me to ex- 
** press 

The means of obtaining thy sure success, 
An unfailing road to Truth's treasury, 
Where windows of wealth open wide for thee, 
And the hidden bounty of endless Mind 
Hath an heritage vast for thee — all designed; 
I answer, be honest, be active and true, 
Then open thy thought, let Love enter through. 

Thus you'll realize, when you pray, 
There's no poverty, want, nor woe. 

In the substance of Mind 

All abundance we find, 
Through true being God's riches flow. 

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The meek, we must know, inherit the earth; 
Thus nourished by Love they can know no 

dearth ; 
Through foot-paths of peace Life doth lighten 

them 
To a kingdom, a crown and a diadem, 
To a land without scarceness where longings 

cease, 
And abundant Mind all their joys increase; 
While Christ to their hearts doth supply all 

things, 
As in rapure their soul to their Giver sings: — 

Dear God, Thou hast caused us to say, 
There's no poverty, want nor woe ; 
In the substance of Mind 
All abundance you'll find, 
Through man's being God's riches flow. 

Prosperity enters when fear is gone, 
Confide in God's grace and walk calmly on; 
Have faith in Truth; in Love's sure reward, 
Make thine expectation, the blessed Lord; 
Lay up for yourselves, where no loss nor fraud 
May separate man from the wealth of God, 
No blessing nor honor will He withhold, 
Whose thought is choice silver, whose love is 
gold. 

Then shall we not know every day, 
There's no poverty, want, nor woe. 

In the substance of Mind 

All abundance we find, 
Through our being God's riches flow. 

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Should you look to person, a place or thing, 
Or a mortal expedient, wealth to bring, 
Or outline the how and the when and where, 
Canst thou by searching find substance there? 
Thy friends will refrain and thy foes rejoice 
Till you list to the call of the inner voice ; 
And breaking no longer the first command, 
Thy birthright — dominion through God de- 
mand. 

Almighty! Eternal God! 

There's no poverty, want nor woe, 

In Thy substance, O Mind, 

All abundance I find 
Through my being Thy riches flow ! 

True substance is God, and our God is all; 
Then the lie that would limit all men must fall. 
Wealth gotten by vanity must decay, 
But the riches of Christ will remain alway. 
Real man reflects God, life's eternal Font, 
Who can manifest nothing of lack or want ; 
But, blessed by a God who is all supply, 
He must prosper, enlargen, and multiply. 

As replenished, his soul doth sing, 
There's no poverty, want, nor woe. 

In the substance of Mind 

All abundance I find, 
Through my being God's riches flow. 

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Now, man of earth, be thou pauper or king, 
If thou seekest a way that will riches bring, 
Be loving, be pure, and cast out all fear. 
Be confident, strong; hold thy neighbor dear. 
Seek thine own reward in another's good. 
In wisdom establish Christ's brotherhood. 
You ask what practical good this may do? 
It will make a channel for wealth of you. 

Then you'll know, as pure Mind flows 

through, 
There's no poverty, want, nor woe. 

In the substance of Mind 
All abundance you find, 
Through your being God's riches flow. 



X 



A Healing Anthem 

"Hear, O Israel, the Lord our God, is one Lord. 

/|| HERE'S a tumult, as of trumpets 
^^ When they bay across the lees; 
There's a tumult of the nations, 

Like the wind through aspen trees; 
There's a branch sprung forth from Jesse 

To eliminate disease. 

There is one Eternal Mind. 

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Brightly gleams the star of being, 
Guiding to a risen morn. 

Sin and sickness disappear, 

For our Comforter is here. 
To our consciousness the healing Truth is 
borne. 

There's a beacon on Mt. Carmel 

From Beersheba unto Dan ; 
There's a holy light reflected 

On the face of every man ; 
While the world awakes to demonstrate 

Love's scientific plan. 

There is one Eternal Mind. 

Calm and clear the dawn is breaking, 
Melting mists before the sun. 

Sin and sickness disappear, 

For the perfect Christ is here. 
God is Good and man His own beloved one. 

We've been scapegoats for sin's fury, 

While it lashed itself away ; 
We have dwelt in tents of Kedar, 

Where they worshipped gods of clay; 
Till a Woman with a message came, 

To bring the Truth to stay. 

There is one Eternal Mind. 

Brighter shines the sun in glory, 
Fading thoughts of fear and pain. 
Sin and sickness disappear, 
For the perfect Christ is here. 
Truth has brought to men Love's healing light 
again. 

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We were taught to think of matter, 

As the habitat of Soul ; 
Sin and sickness as Life's attributes, 

And death our common goal. 
But the false beliefs have vanished, 

For the Christ says, "Be ye whole I" 
There is one Eternal Mind. 

Break, break, break! The Truth is breaking! 
Healing, healing, pure and strong. 

Sin and sickness disappear, 

For our Comforter is here. 
To our vision comes Life's blessed angel throng. 

There are little children singing 

In the city of our Lord; 
There are men and women praying 

Where before no prayer was heard; 
There's a world redeemed from bondage 

By the mandatory Word. 

There is one Eternal Mind. 

Glory, honor and thanksgiving, 
Strength and majesty and peace; 

For the Spirit's healing voice, 

Bids the hearts of men rejoice, 
While the whisperings of night forever cease. 



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Thank God, O My Heart 

TjT HANK God for the light, 
^ Thank God that the night 
Has wasted and waned away; 

The darkness is gone, 

And the gladness of dawn 
Cries out, "Hail the joy-giving day!" 

Thank God Thou art near, 
Thank God there's no fear, 

O Love that hath brought men peace; 
Thank God that the tears 
Which have burdened the years, 

Through Mind, the compassionate, cease. 

Thank God I am healed, 

Thank God that the field 
Is gleaned of its tares of pain ; 

Thank God that the Christ 

Hath forever sufficed 
To establish the Spirit's reign. 



119 



SONGS OF A PILGRIMAGE 



Raison d'Etre 



?£ 



IU ET us assume, as childhood 'oft believes, 
^* That we are pilgrims, as we certes are, 
And as we journey to our homes afar, 
Each some peculiar versifying weaves, 
To make the burthen light. Through crimson 
leaves, 

The whisking squirrels wend their merry ways, 
And add their chit-chat to the joyous lays. 
Whiles blue autumnal meadows laugh with 

golden smiling sheaves. 
Tall poplars line our broad itinerary, 
A Grecian vase, some mellow imagery 
Is glimpsed through vistas. There a broken 

wall 
With marble steps; a plashing water-fall 
Contributes music — soft, melodious, 
And nought but sweetest harmony presides in us. 
Then let us think the kindly angels stand, 
Compiling each sweet word with careful hand. 
And at our journey's end present the page; 
A memorable record of our airy pilgrimage. 



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The Epic 

lluNCE while pouring o'er the pages 
^P Of the Book of books sublime ; 
Wisdom's lifespring of the ages, 

Welled to happify our time, 
Line by line the Word unraveled, 

Help for every earthly need, 
Pouring light on those who traveled 

Soul-bound planting pregnant seed. 
Truth by word and demonstration, 

Wisdom for each vanity, 
Thus the Science of salvation 

Glorified Mind's sovereignty. 
Through Ecclesiastes' channel, 

(Called the 'book least understood,') 
Flows a gentle little annal 

Of a poor man, wise and good. 
To a long forgotten city, 

Of few men and fragile gates, 
Came a king devoid of pity, 

Cherishing an host of hates. 
So great bulwarks rose about it, 

Troops beseiged it night and day. 
Then the poor man walked without it 

Reasoning their hate away. 
Thus the brief and simple story, 

Through tradition faint and dim 
Ends. And for the wise man's glory? 

No one now remembers him. 
O the majesty of seeing, 

How unreason's armaments 
Fall before the light of being 

And Love's sweet arbitraments. 

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Heavy archives groan with stories 

(Both religious and profane) 
Telling triumphs, lauding glories, 

Of the meek through reason's reign, 
How the host of Attila plundered, 

Desecrating hearth and home, 
Till at Leo's plea he wondered, 

Sparing great and ancient Rome. 
At Ravenna, Lupis stayed him, 

By amenities of Love — 
In the name of Jesus prayed him 

Till away in peace he drove. 

List, O list, for I would sing thee 

On my harp of gold sweet song, 
Out of legend I would bring thee 

Forth a hero, God-like, strong. 
List, O list, of Taddua's doings, 

Mark them as true precedents, 
Oft repeat them in thy goings, 

Spread them o'er earth's continents, 
Ponder in the peaceful hour, 

In the time of war approve, 
This their moral : Truth is power, 

And the God of life is Love — 
Call him not a mystic, dreaming, 

Who commands with one soft word, 
All the passions of life's seeming, 

Which defy the curse or sword. 
In the first and great Commandment, 

Lies the perfect remedy 
For the permanent disbandment, 

Of the war-god's tyranny. 

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Yet the lambkin and the lion, 

Of Isaiah's rhapsodies, 
Shall commune in Spirit's Zion, 

Glad in Soul's felicities. 
Let the silent, hidden leaven 

Work unseen, for all earth's fear, 
Glory be to God in heaven, 

To His poor, wise son — a tear. 



x 



Taddua 

(Triumphant Alexander, 

^^ Proud monarch of the world, 
Frowning toward Jerusalem 

Thence mighty legions hurled. 
Forward, ye lusty veterans, 

Jove's never wearied sons — 
Forward lies Heirusalem, 

On, Macedonians! 

The clanging steel-tongued phalanx 

To line formation swings; 
Six flying sub-divisions 

Obey the trumpet rings. 
The hosts of Alexander, 

With horse, and foot, and cars, 
Stand out like Grecian columns, 

That hold the shrine of Mars. 

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Sixty mighty moving columns 

Mow all the country down; 
Black wastes of plundered country, 

Bespeak the victor's frown. 
A few fear-visaged outcasts 

Remain, alone, to say 
The wrath of Alexander 

Has passed along this way. 

The wrath of Alexander 

Makes every knee to bend. 
Give succor to all allies, 

Abundant tribute rend. 
The ruined walls of Tyrus 

Wail loudly, "Who refuse, 
Must fall as I have fallen. 

Repent, unhappy Jews." 

"The tithes of righteous Aaron, 

Prepared for Elohim, 
Shall bribe no ruthless Gentile" — 

Thus spake the Sanhedrim — - 
"His arm which broke the Hittite 

And Amorite of yore 
Shall not with fear be palsied, 

By Hellas' lion roar." 

The purple peak of Carmel, 

Flings back a martial sound, 
And tells of pagan spoilers 

Profaning holy ground. 
Below basks ripe Judeah, 

With Bethle'm easterward, 
Whose maiden pangs shall prelude 

The passion of a Lord. 

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Beneath the empyrean, 

There runs no golden way 
So freighted with tradition, 

As this itinerary. 
The lush pomegranates ripen, 

And apricots in bloom, 
Against the matrix ocean, 

With homing crests of spume. 

Where yonder naked column 

Aspires toward the skies, 
The sacred dust of Rachel, 

Beloved of Jacob, lies. 
Furious Jehu, driving, 

With keen seraphic zeal 
Here crushed strabismic prophets 

Beneath his brazen wheel. 

And eager blooded Boaz, 

God-blessed, with splendid youth, 
Amid the virgin lilies, 

Espoused the lovely Ruth. 
Young David faced the lion 

And bear for one lost yew. 
A warrior, king and hero 

From such beginnings grew. 

Solomon dripping rubies, 

Beneath the clustered vines, 
Epitomized life's wisdom, 

To dark-eyed concubines. 
Allied with holy power, 

The righteous Gideon 
Stayed time and space till, victor, 

He commandeered the sun. 

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From Horeb's frowning forehead, 

That healing mantled twain — 
Elijah and Elisha — 

Slew death and hell and pain. 
^Esaias, Jeremias, 

And those of minor key, 
(Yet none the less God's voices) 

Mouthed holy prophesy. 

Dark captives here returning 

From Babylon's stern fate, 
Proclaimed Jehovah — Yahwah — 

In songs emancipate. 
|Yet what is God or glory. 

To eyes bloodstrained for gore, 
In fratricidal nightmare, 

Whose Christian name is WAR? 

The harsh redundant thudding, 

Is quickened now apace — 
And wakeful expectation 

Of dull routine takes place. 
Beyond the soft green distance, 

Like some majestic queen, 
Reflecting heaven's brightness, 

Jerusalem is seen. 

Swift, like a freshet pouring 

Through valleys of a May, 
The dauntless hosts of Hellas 

Stream down to storm and slay. 
The catapults are founded, 

And strain their sinewed beams. 
Ten thousand arrows quiver, 

To shield the scaling teams. 

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One word from Alexander, 

And Zion's sacred wall, 
Prepared by priest and prophet, 

To pagan dust shall fall. 
O Zion, sacred city 

Of whom the Psalmist sings, 
Where is thy strong Redeemer, 

Where brood His shielding wings? 

"Come forth, ye men of Jacob," 

The chieftain's herald cries, 
"Who falls not here in battle, 

Before the temple dies." 
Then from the holy portal, 

That faces toward the East, 
In lowly mien yet mighty, 

Steps forth Jehovah's priest. 

With Urim and with Thummin, 

With Aaron's budded rod, 
And o'er his mitered forehead, 

In jeweled letters God. 
Stride forth, O Alexander, 

Thou golden son of Greece. 
What now of thee, O prophet? 

The ancient whispers, "Peace." 

Then he who mastered Persia, 

And sighed for other states 
To conquer, has been conquered 

By one without the gates. 
In august adoration, 

He throws his body down, 
And from his classic profile 

Has passed the dreaded frown. 

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Albeit now his heroes, 

Proud generals of the staff, 
Behold askance their leader, 

Then in derision laugh. 
Shame on thee, mighty chieftain, 

Whom all the worlds adore, 
Why bow ye to this Levite? 

Wage we a woman's war? 

Then, for a passing moment, 

A flash of fire burns ; 
Crass insubordination, 

His firm command o'erturns. 
O, wanton generation, 

The God whose priest he is 
I worship — and Him only — 

My victories are His. 

With holy veneration, 

He rises from the ground, 
And loudly o'er the legions, 

The trump's "withdraw" doth sound, 
Then Taddua, returning, 

Unveiled the Cherub's feet, 
And bowed in Truth's shekinah, 

Before the mercy seat. 

He came unto the people 

In potent quietness. 
He taught how faith in Spirit, 

Is true preparedness. 
He read from out the Scripture, 

Of old remembrance — 
How holy Hezekiah 

Made God his sure defense. 

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The waiting congregation's 

Euphonious accord — 
With one prolonged Hosanna — 

Proclaimed the mighty Lord. 
O, Lord, God of our fathers, 

Our faith, our hope, our way — 
Thou light through all our darkness - 

No hand Thy Truth can stay ! 

Awake, thou harp and cymbal, 

In gratitude, in praise. 
Who hath redeemed the humble, 

How mighty are His ways! 
Let men and nations proudly 

This great event recall 
And rear, through imitation, 

Its meet memorial. 



a: 

Dante 

"Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! because 
ye build the tombs of the prophets, and garnish the 
sepulchres of the righteous." — St. Matthew 23:29. 

Hie clandor Dantes patriis ertovris ab oris. 

JlJE climbed alone the stairs of other men, 
"l Cold stones to him, for us gold steps to 

heaven. 
He asked for little, less to him was given 

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Yet he gave all, most royal alien! 
Lean years, ah, many ! lone he sighed abroad 

Franchising men as citizens of God, 
And when he found earth loved him not full well, 

He laid his bed and gained his hope in Hell. 
Ah, pensive Florence, Guelf and Ghibelline 

Are silent now. Time shifts her shadow 
scene. 
Those fangs that tore the vitals forth from thee 

How mute ! his voice sings for eternity. 
Methinks I hear thy dumb-mouthed weary stones 

Cry out disconsolate for his white bones, 
Whose flint-like forehead struck the steel of 
earth, 

While swift combustion blazed New-Era's 
birth. 



Florence, Italy, June 7th, 1914. 

a: 



The Prodigal Son 

" A certain man had two sons, and the younger of them 
said to his father: Father, give me the portion of 

goods that falleth to me And he took his 

journey into a far country, and there wasted his sub' 
stance with riotous living." — Luke 15:11-13. 

ill THE Prodigal Son was a wayward one! 
^-P We all may have been the same ; 
For he mourned his lot, and he quite forgot 
The labor of love and the kindly thought, 
The price that was paid for the gifts he got; 
In his heart burned a restless flame. 

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So he must away and without delay, 
For the wine is red and the world is gay 
And the home is dull — let the dullards stay, 
The wanderlust is man's game. 

O, the Prodigal Son was a headstrong one ! 

As all may have headstrong been; 
Long his father pled, but his heart was lead; 
Whose pleadings avail with a heart of lead? 
He packed up his portion and off he sped, 

To the lure of the distant din. 

O, the wanton way as the senses sway, 
Through dazzling night and through deadened 

day! 
And the terrible price that we all must pay 
As toll to our gods of sin. 

O, the Prodigal Son was a reckless one ! 

Can anyone cast a stone? 
He wasted his all with a lavish hand, 
And he cut hope's tie to the utmost strand; 
Then the famine came and the youth did stand 

In his desolate waste alone. 

So he fed the kine, and he fain would dine 
With wallowing herds on the husks of swine. 
Yet lingered a spark that was still divine; 
The hope that he might atone. 

O, the Prodigal Son was a tearful one ! 

You know, we all shed our tears ; 
For his senses woke, but his heart was broke 
And he felt remorse like a floodtide choke 
When out from the silence his conscience spoke, 

As he wept o'er the wasted years. 

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So he raised his head from the servile bed 
And back to his father and home he sped. 
Who cried: "He lives, whom we mourned as 
dead." 
Assuaging his puerile fears. 

O, the Prodigal Son was a wiser one, 

We all will be wise some day, 
For the sins of sense are a false pretense, 
And men pay death's wage as a consequence; 
So he sought his joy in Omnipotence, 

And he found it the better way. 

"Get the golden ring," cried his father, "Bring 
"Both garments and shoon that would grace a 

king, 
"Kill the fatted calf." How the lad did sing ! 
His grief had been ta'en away. 

The Prodigal Son was a loveable one! 

Experience makes one so ; 
For his brother fumed that the son resumed 
His seat in the home, who before presumed 
To mingle with wantons, whose lust consumed 

His substance in glamorous show. 

Still he loved the more, and in peace forbore. 
"All I have," said the father, "was thine before; 
"Be glad that the Truth may again restore 
"The heart that has fallen low." 

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Now, the Prodigal Son was a transformed one ; 

Transformed as we now may be ! 
For his joy is sweet in the Life complete, 
And the power he sought in the world's conceit, 
Awoke in his heart at the Father's feet, 

Where peace dwells through eternity. 

O, the nascent bliss when a soul like this, 
Redeeming itself from the dark abyss, 
And healed by the touch of a father's kiss, 
Lives on in humility ! 

Our Master told of the Prodigal Son, 

The parable taught is a poignant one. 
A practical sense, through the scenes we see: 
He might have been you. He might have been 
me! 
However, the dream is done. 



a: 



The Practitioner's Room 

"Come unto Me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, 
and I will give you rest." — St. Matthew 11:28. 

il^OOD friends, we gather here today 
^-^ To truly think and quietly pray. 
Here Love divine annuls each mortal claim. 
Then let us all be still — in Jesus' name. 

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The Quest of Sir Chrystaval 

When the enemy shall come in like a flood, the Spirit 
of the Lord shall lift up a standard against him." 

—Isaiah 59:19. 




IR Chrystaval prayed wistfully 
Throughout the watchful night. 
His sculptured face shone wondrously, 

With Soul-illuming light, 
And the blood red cross of Christ was wrought 

O'er his breast on linen white. 



Without a night-sky, diamond blue, 

Enfolds the chapel worn ; 
Diana paints with faery hue 

The distant sleeping corn; 
The sapphire night seems strangely bright, 

It tells of emerald morn. 



Within the altar candles shine, 
They light the holy rood; 

The golden chalice brims with wine, 
In lieu of Jesus' blood; 

And the body of the Lord is typed, 
By the blessed Paschal food. 

Sir Galahad has ridden far; 

Sir Parsifal must rest ; 
The strong Sir Boris wages war 

In dim unknown West; 
So the King has called Sir Chrystaval 

To essay his holy quest. 

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O, make my heart as stainless glass, 

Through which Love's perfect light, 

Most unresistingly may pass. 
I fight Truth's goodly fight. 

For there is no power on heaven or earth 
To resist the Spirit's might. 

And should the enemy pour in, 

Like some o'erwhelming flood, 

Lift Thou Thy standard o'er the din, 
As Scripture said Thou should. 

O, Thou substance, Life of all that is, 
Be Thy power understood ! 

Great God, whose Ark went strong before 

Thy people Israel, 
To break the idols evermore, 

Of sickness, sin and hell, 
Take my heart, my mind, my strength, mine arm, 

For Thine own who useth well. 

The altar candles flare and flame. 

They flicker all away. 
He lifts his eyes in Spirit's name, 

And greets the dawning day. 
Then he girds a goodly buckler on, 

As he lays his cross away. 

The horse of Chrystaval is white, 

His trappings all of red, 
The furbished steel gleams maiden bright, 

The matins have been said, 
A pure white crest like victory 

Poises lightly overhead. 

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Ayont the nearmost cloudless sky, 
One spotless sail doth go. 

An idle swallow circles by ; 
Fresh odors faintly blow, 

And the atmosphere vibrates with life, 
Like a landscape by Corot. 

Twelve maidens fill the parapet. 

They pray in quiet mien. 
A lady proffers her chaplet. 

The lady is a queen, 
And a squire follows silently, 

Out, across the waiting green. 

A lordly sight is armor bright 

Which stands for chastity, 
And equipage with motive right 

Brings high authority; 
For a pure heart is the equipage 

Of true knighthood errantry 

The lowly, heartened, add their prayer, 
With hope anew each thrills. 

Leviathan from deadly lair, 
Debases, crushes, kills; 

And to-day shall see a contest grim, 
Mid the seven smoking hills. 

Saint John in clear Apocalypse, 
Describes this beastal thing. 

The earth of peace and health it strips — 
All hope to dust would bring; 

And every man who has trod the globe — 
Saving One has felt its sting. 
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The horse and knight and squire melt 

In purple hills afar, 
And to the eyes of those who knelt 

Lost in dim distance are, 
Save one clean, reflected flash of steel, 

Like the bright and morning star. 

It is a lovely thing to think, 

To watch and pray and sing, 

While all the thoughts their homage pay, 
A free-will offering. 

And to know that God is All-in-all, 
Is a Christ-like lovely thing. 

Now fumes of sulphur taint the air, 

All brazen grows the sky, 
Uncertainty is everywhere, 

The doleful creatures cry. 
While the fetlocks of the white horse trail 

In the dust of alkali. 

But even wildernesses bloom — 

Uncertainty is sure, 
Where love of God finds pleasant room, 

The Christ an open door; 
For the solitary places sing, 

When the heart of man is pure. 

The seven spired incense lifts 
Its gloom and thus bespeaks, 

That yonder, mid the ashen drifts, 

Lurks whom the true knight seeks; 

And the pestilential air is red 
With its awful fire peaks. 

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At last, at last, the foe is met, 

Great Armageddon nigh, 
And by this sword and fair chaplet 

The curse of man shall die. 
Here a knight commends his soul to thee, 

Oh thou gracious God most high. 

The squire sets the lance at rest, 

He buckles on the mail. 
A prayer like lead sinks in his breast ; 

He feels his spirits quail, 
While the great white horse makes clanging 
sounds, 

As he whoops his martingale. 

Spur on then, valiant gentleman — 

The sum of human hates ; 
A great red dragon, ripe with sin, 

Flings wide malignant gates — 
And confounded irretrievably 

Is the knight who hesitates. 

Through God the Father, only Mind, 

Our Mother worshipped most, 
Through Christ, the light of all mankind, 

And Lord of Heaven's host, 
O, redeem me by Thy Comforter, 

Through Thy Word, the Holy Ghost. 

A streak, a dash, a flame, a flash, 

A wild and awful flare — 
The steady stroke of maiden steel, 

Like heat in summer's air. 
While the nostrils of the white horse sound 

With a mighty trumpet blare. 

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Leviathan is huge and grim, 

Great scales are o'er him spread. 

In hopeless bondage unto him 
The sons of men are led — 

Albeit, O earth, fear thou no more — 
For Leviathan is dead. 

Where rides the fair Sir Chrystaval, 

Canst thou tell, most gracious friend? 

Whence doth the grim Leviathan 
Its subtle pathway wend? 

Is our knight not Truth, our dragon sin, 
And our thought the realm we fend? 

Spur on then, valiant gentleman — 

The sum of human hates ; 
A great red dragon, ripe with sin, 

Flings wide malignant gates — 
And confounded irretrievably 

Is the knight who hesitates. 



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Risen With Christ 

"Lazarus come forth .... and he that was dead came 
forth." — St. John. 

JijHEN he, the God-annointed, gently 
*^ stepped 

From out the rock-ribbed tomb that Sabbath 
morn, 
Where'er his foot alighted blossomed forth 

A virgin lily; thus was Easter born. 

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From out the sepulchre of sense now men 

Step forth, transformed, into Love's sun- 
shine clear; 

And lo, beneath their feet the lilies fair 
That symbolize man's purity appear. 



Note: — First published in the Christian Science Sentinel. 

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Sacrament 

'Let us keep the feast, not with old leaven, neither with 
the leaven of malice and wickedness; but with the 
unleavened bread of sincerity and truth." — / Cor. 5:8. 

J|i E may not pour the wine of Love 
**^In outworn skins of sense, 
Nor circumscribe the healing Christ 
In pride or ignorance. 

The inspiration we would hold, 
By man-made creed is killed; 

Thus all our misused talents burst, 
The wine of Truth it spilled. 

But if we, Christlike pure, reflect 

The image of our Lord, 
The wine is saved, the sick are healed, 

God's universe restored. 

The cup of Christ is not of gold, 

Nor chalice of man's art, 
His precious blood, ordains its Grail; 

The broken, contrite heart. 

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For Jordan's waters flow within, 
From thought's inspired Mount, 

We cleanse each earth-born trait and bathe 
In Love's baptismal font. 

The Mosaic law, the Prophet's flash, 

Our Master's blessed way, 
Are dispensations toward Life's feast, 

The Science of today. 

Old thoughts, old theories, pass to dust, 

As crumble fallen leaves; 
The Lord of harvest rears new barns 

To garner in Love's sheaves. 

The table of our Lord is set, 

Within the silent prayer 
We eat his flesh; we drink his blood; 

We take communion there. 

The lame, the halt, the maimed, the blind, 

The mourner in despair, 
Within may find Bethesda's pool, 

Our Saviour standing there. 

Then may we search the inmost thought, 

And constant vigil keep, 
That sin or sickness touch us not, 

Nor any brother sleep. 

If tithes of thought that men bestow 

Upon the outward sign, 
To cast out pain and sin were spent, 

Our lives would be divine. 

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As Mind becomes our heavenly Host, 
And Christ our gracious guest, 

Each loving thought is Sacrament 
And prayer is Eucharist. 

Rear stately altars in us, Lord; 

Gome, Love, and christen us, 
As o'er the twilight's glowing fields 

Soul rings its angelus. 



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The Sea of Galilee 

"But after I am risen again I will go before you into 
Galilee"— Matt. 26:32. 

|K* A LI LEE, my shimmer sea, 
^-^ How I love to dream of thee; 

Oracle of prophesy ! 

Mirror of Love's ministry ; 

Glancing, dancing, soul-enhancing, 
Shining, shimmer sea. 



Galilee, dear shimmer sea, 
Christ hath proved the Word divine, 
From these limpid depths of thine, 
Turning aqua into wine; 

Rushing, gushing crimson-blushing, 
Shining, shimmer sea. 

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Galilee, deep shimmer sea, 
O'er thy heaving bosom strides, 
Lightly as a trireme rides, 
Lord and master of all tides; 

Splashing, dashing, moonlight-flashing, 
Shining, shimmer sea. 

Galilee, dark shimmer sea, 
Storms are shrieking, loud and shrill, 
Sailors quail while vessels fill, 
Jesus whispers, "Peace, be still ;" 

Thrashing, smashing, thunder-crashing, 
Shining, shimmer sea. 

Galilee, blest shimmer sea, 
Multitudes bedecked thy shore, 
While a Saviour doth restore 
Burdened hearts to break no more; 

Beaming, streaming, glory-gleaming, 
Shining, shimmer sea. 

Galilee, sad shimmer sea; 
Now thy shadows form a cross, 
While thy tearful wavelets toss, 
Breaking, breaking o'er earth's loss; 

Sighing, crying, weeping, dying, 
Shining, shimmer sea. 

Galilee, glad shimmer sea, 
Glory be to God on high ! 
Adam's conquered — death must die, 
Christ is risen — Jesus nigh ! 

Gleaming, beaming, glory-streaming, 

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Shining, shimmer sea. 
Galilee, my shimmer sea, 
History's seraphic scroll, 
Record of the might of Soul, 
Roll within me, cleanse and roll ; 

Roaring, pouring, peace-restoring, 
Shining, shimmer sea ! 



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The Secret of Christ 

Wow? abideth faith, hope, Love, these three; but the great 
est of these is Love." — / Cor. 13:13.* 

ipi EAR Jesus blessed the Magdalene, 
^ She felt her sin forgiven ; 
The little children loved him, 

Who before had been forbidden. 

Of publicans he sat as chief, 

Explaining Love's sweet leaven; 
He asked the conscience-smitten thief 
To sup with Him in heaven. 

At Jacob's well, the woman, lax, 

Was melted into tears; 
He loved the poor demoniacs 

And rid them of their fears. 

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For prodigals and wanderers 
His love increased tenfold. 

And little lambs heard patient calls 
Restore them to the fold. 

The broken and the contrite one 

Came unto Him for rest, 
And every heavy-laden head 

Found room upon His breast. 

So when the little fisher band 
Were mourning o'er their loss, 

They saw their same companion stand 
To crown their seeming cross. 

O, sing again the happy hymn ; 

Each time it grows more sweet, 
As, hand in hand, we walk with him 

Who washed the sinner's feet. 



* Revised version. 

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Song of Songs 

"The heavens declare the glory of God." — Ps. 19:1. 

TjTHE cloud-sailed triremes wing deep 
^^ heavens' ocean, 

The fields flash vert, the odors all are dew ; 
A robin's note drifts through the cosmic motion, 

The bridgegroom wakes and Love is calling 
you. 

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The Library at A Country 
House 

"Most current for that they come home to men's business 
and bosoms." — Lord Bacon. 

ll^OOD friend: this room is where the au- 

^* thors dwell, 

Come — meet them all and mark their discourse 

well. 
Beneath these leathern doublets, prithee, find 
True men of thought, who dwell in realms of 

Mind. 
They teach, delight, admonish and exhort, 
If thou thyself art of the fertile sort. 

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Leviathan 

"And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying, Baby' 
Ion the great is fallen. . . . For strong is the Lord 
God who judgeth her. 99 — Revelation 18:2, 8. 

(|ftNE-THIRD of heaven's stars you 
^P claimed, 

Leviathan ! 
The name of man to dust you shamed, 

Leviathan ! 
With greed, and lust, and hate inflamed, 
The brow of earth with fear you maimed, 
And monarch of the earth proclaimed, 

Leviathan ! 

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Out from the dream-abyss of hell, 

Leviathan ! 
You cast your mist chimerical, 

Leviathan ! 
The suckling babe and ancient fell, 
The prince and peasant heard the knell, 
You sought the light of Mind to quell, 

Leviathan ! 

You formed a universe grotesque, 

Leviathan ! 
A vain, fantastic arabesque, 

Leviathan ! 
Bedimmed God's likeness, Spiritesque, 
Creation called your crude burlesque 
Sin's law, earth's mandate, matteresque 

Leviathan ! 

The tombs of Cheops owned your sway, 

Leviathan ! 
The Delphic sibyl kneeled to pray, 

Leviathan ! 
Great dynasties your pride did slay, 
Their priests and peoples passed away; 
Passed, worshipping in shrines of clay, 

Leviathan ! 

The evening star bestrode the sky, 

Leviathan ! 
And listened to a man child's cry, 

Leviathan ! 
The Logos came from God on high 
That sin, and sin alone, shall die ; 
Our God is good — aught else a lie, 

Leviathan ! 

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The kingdom of our God is come, 

Leviathan ! 
The reign of Spirit is begun, 

Leviathan! 
Your cause is lost — your dream is done, 
Your star is waned, withdrawn your sun; 
Fade phantom of oblivion, 
O, never wast! 

Leviathan ! 



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To A Little Clock 



"Whatever holds human thought in line with unselfed 
love, receives directly the divine power." 

— Mary Baker Eddy.* 

7|T HERE is a little clock upon our thorough- 
^^ fare; 

A little clock of unpretentious ware, 
Where many busy workmen congregate, 

Consult their watches, wind or regulate. 

A law of God abides within the heart 
Of every man of great or minor part, 

And blest is he whose passing thoughts agree, 
Before they crystallize externally. 



* Science and Health page 192. 

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To Maeterlinck 

"Meekness, selflessness, and love are the paths of His 
testimony and the footsteps of His flock." 

— Mary Baker Eddy.* 

A LITTLE blue bird — sweet content its 
cage, 
Hath watermarked with masterpiece thy 
page — 
Wise Dean of Nature's university; 

Thy mentors — birds; thy President — 
the bee. 



• Rudimental Divine Science — Page 17. 



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To My Blessed Grandmother 

"/ know thy works, and charity, and service. I will give 
(thee) the morning star." — Rev. 2: 19-28. 

J|| HAT scrolls of history couldst thou re- 
*+* peat! 

Through golden years nearmost one cen- 
tury. 
Potential eloquence ! More holy, sweet, 

Thy calm that tells of immortality. 

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Transformed 

"Where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." 

—St. Luke 12:34. 

|l|j H ! believe me, when all these alluring 
^-^ sense-dreams 

Into nothingness vanish away ; 
Like the mists of the vale when the glories of 
dawn 
Melt the shades of the night all away; 
Then Life's splendors untold in their true sense 
unfold, 
By their Master, exquisite, designed; 
And the objects of sense be replaced by real 
things, 
Finding birth in the infinite Mind. 
Then my heart count as gain thine ephemeral 
loss, 
As the land-marks of sense disappear, 
Like the will-o'the-wisp when the sun's golden 
flood, 
Bathes the brow of the dew-bedecked mere. 
Spirit's handiwork fair; all the grandeurs of 
Soul, 
Where Life's lily, Truth's lake and Love's 
star, 
Ayont matter enshrined must needs glorify 
God, 
Midst the beauty of things as they are. 

Since things we may love make our world as it 

seems, 
Be it earthly or heavenly sphere, 
And the heart must sojourn where its substance 

it finds; 

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Thought sees manifest what is held dear. 
O, choose ye today whom ye would obey; 

But our heavenly Father and Guide 
Make us love not the world, but adhering to 
Thee, 

On Thy kingdom eternal decide. 

Tune: — "0 believe me when all these endearing young charms." — Tom 
Moore. 

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The Welcome Man 

"Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright; for the 
end of that man is peace." — Psalms 37:37. 

lira IS step was buoyant, free and light, 
Wf His face a glowing smile, 
His sense of values balanced right, 

His heart was free from guile. 
The two-leafed gates swung wide to him, 

The very stones seemed kind. 
The people said, "Come unto us." 

He had no axe to grind. 

The little children followed him, 

Along the sunny street. 
It truly was a graceful thing, 

To see the comrades meet ; 
For innocencies of the child, 

Are truthfully inclined. 
(Psychology, pray mark it well) 

He had no axe to grind. 

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He never asked his nearest friend 

To sign a three-months' note, 
Nor gave his hand clandestinely 

To shake a neighbor's vote; 
And yet they say he prospered well, 

And all were of the mind 
That he was reaping as he strawed. 

He had no axe to grind. 

Oft times a passer-by would come, 

With some high-sounding thing — 
A castle built in Spain — to which 

Was somewhere hitched a string. 
And then he smiled that little smile, 

So knowing yet so kind. 
He knew they knew; they knew he knew. 

He had no axe to grind. 

He worked and worked and ever worked; 

Yet one might think he played. 
He spoke directly, quietly, 

The same as when he prayed. 
With his right hand he grasped his God — 

The other helped mankind. 
They say the angels served with him. 

He had no axe to grind. 

One day the news was noised abroad 

That he would move from town. 
The Mayor and all the people came 

To watch his train run down. 
The eyes of all were bright with tears ; 

For every one opined 
He was a right good citizen. 

He had no axe to grind. 

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Woman: Humanity's Helper 

"(She) appears among the helplessness, the blindness, and 
the vindictive passions of men, as a gentle angel, to 
save merely by her presence, and defeat the worst 
intensities of crime by her smile." — John Ruskin.* 

What greater blessing might the Father send 
Than thee, most gracious, never-changing 

friend? 
Had earth no record save true womanhood, 
'Twere proof sufficing, God Himself is good. 



* Raskin's "Seasame and Lilies." Of Queen's Gardens. 

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Woman 

'She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue 
is the law of kindness." — Solomon. 

4jj OVE'S crown rests gently on thy brow, 
^* Blest woman, God's ideal. 
The tender touch of Truth is thine, 
To purify and heal. 

God's smile of peace is on thy lips 

Which tenderly impart 
Sweet words of Love's inspiring, 

To bind the broken heart. 

Truth's intuitions are thy thoughts, 
Which, free from mortal strife, 

Lead all mankind through paths of peace, 
Into eternal Life. 

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Thou art God's royal diadem, 
And beauty's jeweled crown. 

Thy gentleness hath made thee great, 
Of infinite renown. 

In atmosphere of Love divine, 

You watch and work and pray, 

And turn with your benevolence, 
The mourner's night to day. 

Reflection of immortal Mind! 

Ideal of sinless Good! 
Thou art the pure embodiment, 

Of God's true Mother-hood. 



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To Sir Johnston Forbes- 
Robertson 

«OUR Stranger is the guest of Art; 
Your Hamlet, Shakespeare's dreamed-of 
thing. 
Were Caesar as your finished part, 

Then would he had been Tiber's king. 
But when from out the painted wings — 

Most courteous, yet withal most true — 
Your life interprets nobler things, 
It is the finest role you do. 

[156] 



Joy 

'Thou hast put gladness in my heart." — David. 
'Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice. 

— Paul. 

It's a joy to live, 

And a joy to move, 
It's a joy to breathe God's air; 

It's a joy to feel 
The power to heal, 

Through the understanding prayer. 

It's a joy to teach, 

And a joy to preach, 
It's a joy to voice God's word; 

And to live a life, 
So free from strife 

That it leads men heavenward. 



It's a joy to laugh, 

And a joy to sing, 
It's a joy to love each other; 

It's a joy to bring 
The power to sing 

To a broken-hearted brother. 



It's joy to do right, 

And joy to be strong, 
It's a joy to conquer fear, 

'Tis a joy to know 
Love's waiting to flow 

Through the thought that is calm 
and clear. 

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O joy of our Life, 

O joy of our Love, 
O joy of immortal Soul; 

Thy gladness impart 
To each struggling heart, 

Till it reaches thy perfect goal, 



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Peace 

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed 
on thee: because he trusteth in thee. — Isaiah 26:3. 

«t|LEST is the man, O Love Divine, 
^ Whose mind is stayed on Thee. 
The thought that flows from perfect Love 
Of earthly care is free. 

Great peace have they who love Thee, Lord, 
Their path of Life is bright; 

There is no place for darkness 
In the soul reflecting light. 

Pure peace Thou givest unto all, — 

Not as the world doth give, 
But tranquil, holy, perfect calm 

Have they who in Thee live. 

Thy peace is like a placid stream 
That flows from purest source, 

The essence of itself it gives 
To all men in its course. 

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Thy peace is like the tree of Life, 
Which holds at bay the sun, 

Inviting man to share its shade 
Until the heat is done. 

Descending as the evening dew 

Upon the dust of earth, 
As gentle as the sunbeam's kiss, 

That gives the lily birth. 

O sweet and certain is the peace 
Of those who filled with good 

Reach out through love to all mankind, 
In one grand brotherhood. 

For God the Father brings men peace, 
The Mother-Love gives rest, 

The tranquil universe unfolds 
To those by Spirit blest. 

Now unto us a Child is born, 

Earth's toil and tumult cease, 

And breaking hearts awake to sing 
All hail the Prince of Peace! 



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Woman's Day 

So God created man in his own image .... male and fe- 
male created he them.— Genesis. 

Au AIR in the dawning Spirit's light, 
<** Clad in Truth's panoply of might, 
Her thought spans all eternity, 
And voicing Love's maternity, 
Transcends the earth's chaotic night. 

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When first the world-god, Mammon, spoke; 
"I'll make you gods," and there awoke 
From out a mortal consciousness, 
Earth's man of dust or nothingness, 
Injustice drove sin's fatal stroke. 

Man with tradition's cord hath bound 
His help-mate to the dim background, 
And master of the world hath stood, 
While broken-hearted womanhood 
Hath tilled the fruitless ground. 

God's day arrives and men now see, 

That Love loves all impartially. 

Fast fades the thought which would reverse 

The truth of God's fair universe, 

Where justice reigns with harmony. 

God's man appears to human ken, 
As woman's love o'er turns again, 
Like One whose just yet awful scourge, 
From out the mercy seat did purge 
The brutal things that men call men. 

Past epochs fade, and freedom's light 
Foretells the cease of earth's long night, 
Truth crushed to dust Love reinstates, 
God's woman Mind emancipates 
Clothed in the garments of her right. 

Love washeth clean oppression's stain, 
Intolerance and weakness wane; 
And holding high her torch of good, 
Triumphant noble womanhood, 
God's perfect idea, doth remain. 

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Transcendent vision! men now see 
Thy male and female, Lord, in Thee; 
Love's compound image hand in hand, 
Beyond the years united stand, 
In Spirit's selfless equity. 



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SONGS OF 
ARMAGEDDON 



The Tanks of Angleterre 
I 

lUEEP thunder fills the atmosphere, 
^^ With lightning everywhere — 
Across the plains of Cambrai roll 
The tanks of Angleterre. 

They stall their engines if they stop; 
No man would ever dare 
To halt, till victory is won, 
The tanks of Angleterre. 

II 

Fair heroes lie beneath these fields, 
Whose solemn wraiths declare: 
"Our hearts are with you. Keep the faith, 
Strong tanks of Angleterre/' 

They stall their engines if they stop, 
Yet unseen hands are there 
To pilot on to victory, 
The tanks of Angleterre. 



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Requiem 

itllSTIL most gently, dews of Northern 

*& France ! 

Here lie the strong. 

Propitious Genius of our destiny, 

Rear flaming tripods on this holy ground! 

Here lie the hecatombs of liberty. 

Portentious gift and irreplaceable. 

These are they who sprang from out the womb 

of life, 
Clad in white armament, God's lofty sons. 
They are not dead. They live. Amen. 

Breathe costly fragrance, night winds of Lor- 
raine ; 

Ye South winds spice, frankincense and sweet 
myrrh ; 

Ye crisp West winds, the freshness of the sea; 

Ye North bring whitest raiment; South winds 
smile. 

Bow down, O earth. . . . 

Ye sun and moon. All bright nocturnal stars. 

Beneath your auspices let ages pass. 

Dissolve, ye primal elements of time. 

Here is the threshold of eternity. 

These be not slain. They speak. Behold! 

Tread lightly, damosels of Normandy. 
Break not the mystic chords. The golden 

strands 
Pray disenangle not, with thoughtless step. 
Behold the men, fair symbols of all time ! 
Gaze, inconsiderate youth, with pensiveness. 

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Let womanhood rejoice, old age confirm, 
While childhood stares in reverential awe. 
These be high priests who raise the living dead. 
Let nations merge all passing differences, 
Crude class antipathies, intestine strife, 
Be hushed in concord's healing cadences. 
Let unseen hands unveil the mysteries 
Of brotherhood. America, be thou 
Articulate. Pronounce majestically: 
These are my sons, fair saviours of the world. 

Distil most gently, dews of Northern France. 
Breathe costly fragrance, night winds of Lor- 
raine, 
Tread lightly, damosels of Normandy. 

Note: — For dedication of cemeteries in France of fallen members A.E.F. 

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Protected 

41 AM not afraid of the submarine, 
*** I am not afraid of the aeroplane, 
I am not afraid of the trench unclean, 

Or the vicious drive of the Flander's rain. 
The furies may concentrate into one, 

The hideous thrusts of a maddened sphere. 
Immune, I stand, as the noon-day sun, 

Upheld by a Mind that is calm and clear. 

I am not afraid of the poison fume, 

Or the shattering hail of the Zeppelin. 

I am not afraid in the ghost-like gloom, 

When I wrestle the fear that the foe may 
win. 

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An angel is guiding me o'er the top. 

There's a safety zone in the blazing hell. 
There's a hand that is bearing me on and up, 

A voice that is murmuring, "All is well." 

I am not afraid that the Providence 

Which fashions our ends is a grim mistake. 
I am not afraid of the Cause from whence 

Shall issue the plan that the worlds must 
take. 
They may order me down to the lowest deeps, 

Or furthermost stretch of the dizzy air. 
I'm watched by a Father who never sleeps — 

A Mothering-Love that is everywhere. 

First published in The Bayonet, Official newspaper of Camp Lee, Va. 
This poem was carried over the top by a number of doughboys. 



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The Triumph of Womanhood 

'And I heard a great voice saying in heaven, Now is come 
salvation, and strength, and the kingdom of our God, 
and the power of his Christ; for the accuser of our 
brethren is cast down, which accused them before 
our God day and night." — St. John. 

43 OWN through the centuries 
^* Echoes the world's lament 
In its bewilderment, 

Is there no Saviour? 

Sin, death, and fear are rife, 
Discord, disease, and strife. 

Is there no hope of life 

For these blind children? 

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Out from the black of night, — 

Age long impolity, — 
World-wide equality 

Liberates mortals. 

White-winged with victory, 

Sense contradictory, 
To change earth's history 

Steps God's crowned woman. 

Calmly she faces fear, 

Placing her heel on sense ; 
In God's omnipotence 

Treads on the dragon. 

Mortals their freedom find, 

Sin, fear and death they bind; 

All is eternal Mind, 
There is no matter. 

Fiercely the dragon wars, 

With swift intensity, 
Pride's blind propensity 

Would crush Truth's herald. 

Still Woman militant, 

Full armed and confident, 
Toils till the veil is rent, 

And Truth stands victor. 

A loud sweet song of praise, 

Mankind in unison, 
For God's crowned holy one, 

Raises to heaven. 

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Her holy work is done, 

Heaven to earth has come, 
God crowns his faithful one, 
Earth's wars are ended. 



X 



How the Great Peace Was 
Brought About 

"And a little child shall lead them." — Isaiah 11:6. 

^IjIVE kings are with their counselors, 
^ Their battle in array; 
Each war-mechanic reaps his swath 

Of blood eight miles away. 
Ten thousand new-made widows weep. 

Then what shall be the rout? 
Each king evokes his battle-god. 

What is it all about? 

A little son is musing in his kingship's nur- 
sir-ee, 

The vision of another child gives pause to 
minstrelsy. 

"Dear father, he who loves us much 
Said brethren should not fight. 

Pray let the war go on no more, 

E'en though our cause seem right." 

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A cabinet is parleying 

Upon a nouveau plan, 
Let him who will not be a child 

Disclaim to be a man. 
The diplomatic status quo 

With fustian, pomp and pride, 
The lisping of God's little one, 

Hath lightly laid aside. 

Ambassadors are hurrying, 

Across their torn confines. 
The wireless is winged with peace 

To blood-shot fire lines. 
A treaty has been ratified! 

It is a lovely thing, 
For the manger still is regnant, 

A little Child yet king. 

Written during the First Battle of the Marne — Peace Day, 1914. 

X 

To the President of the Republic 

"He shall abide before God forever: O prepare mercy 
and truth, which may preserve him." — Ps. 61:7. 

/|6|OD bless you, Mr. President, 

^^ And guide your heart and head aright. 

God bless you, Mr. President, 

Your prayers for strength with strength re- 
quite. 

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God bless you, Mr. President — 

Christ be your perfect precedent, 

And crusty, musty, rusty, dusty 
Doubts dim not our pilot light. 

God bless you, Mr. President, 

And grant you vision, voice of men. 

God bless you, Mr. President, 
Let all the people say — Amen ! 



X 



Abraham Lincoln 

"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down 
(mortal) life for his friends." — John 15:13. 

|J|ENEATH the furroughs of that homely 

^ mask, 

Reposed the beauty of God's fairest son. 

Behind that awkward frame and clumsy hand, 

Resplendent in the Truth, men saw Christ stand, 

Directing his unprecedented task. 

And through that rude yet rich humanity, 

Compassionate and tender friend of man, 

There shone the beauty of divinity, 

To free the slave and break the captive's ban. 

So South, North, East and West his love made 

one, 
Like some clear lens that gathers rays of sun. 

Written on the one hundredth anniversary of the birth of Abraham 
Lincoln. 

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Grant 

"Seest thou a man diligent in his business? he shall stand 
before kings; he shall not stand before mean men." 

—Prov. 22:29. 

«j EW words; great deeds; 
^ The swift decisive stroke ; 
Wide resources with patience mobilized. 
Precise objectives — then the onward sweep, 
Crowned with surrender unconditional ! 

Liege 

"Be thou faithful unto death, and I will give thee a crown 
of life." — Revelation 2:10. 

(jT HEVALIER de la Legion d' Honneur,— 
^^ So graciously called of France, — 
Each circling year this circling sphere, 

Thy glorious griefs enhance, — 
Mid heroes you stand as Hero, — 

Italic on honor's page, 
Chevalier de la Legion d' Honneur! 

Vive! Flower of knight-hood Liege! 
Vivat ! Vive ! Coeur de lion — Liege ! 

You rode to the lists in armor, 

To tilt for a maiden world, 
With a lance at rest and a plumed crest — 

A million against you hurled. 
A thousand of ruthless thousands, 

Thy one willing lance did gage, 
While civilization trembled. 

Vive ! Knight of the nations, Liege ! 
Vivat ! Vive ! Coeur de lion — Liege ! 

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Mid candle-sticks golden gleaming 

With stars, that are seven, stands 
One Spirit which reigns, whose majesty deigns 

To uplift thy broken hands. 
Kissing thy crucified forehead, 

Christ's Mother all tears assuage, 
And crowns thee with martyr's glory. 

Vive ! Dead and yet living, Liege ! 
Vivat ! Vive ! Coeur de lion — Liege ! 

For heroism, Liege, Belgium, granted cross Legion d'Honneur, by Repub- 
lic of France, August, 1914. 

a; 

Ode To America 



A 



MERICA, my Motherland — 
I lay me on thine ample breast, 
To breathe that fuller breath of life 
Where regnant freedom's first born rest. 
I love thy shining firmament 
Of sister State-hood's equal stars, 
Those corpuscles of red and white 
So balanced in thy virile bars. 
I love the plashing of the seas 
That wash thy feet on either shore, 
The gurgle of thy Yellowstone, 
The thunder of Niagara's roar. 
I love thy stately Washington, 
My brothers ; Lincoln, Grant and Lee. 
I love those calloused workman-hands 
That tear the treasure forth from thee. 

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I love thy teacher, statesman, sage; 

Thine engineer and patriot, 

Thy public school and institute 

Where merge the races polyglot. 

I love thy breadth of government ; 

Free press, free pulpit and free speech — 

Thy universal, just intent, 

Each hope for all, all hope for each. 

I love those potent symbols left 

By keen-eyed aborigines, 

Which warn the ages rushing on, 

Of puerile superfluities. 

I love that scientific arc, 

That spans from pole to torrid zone. 

But most I love God's primal law, 

Which makes thy liberty mine own. 



Dedicated to the Captain and the passengers of S. S. Moltke, Medi- 
terranean Sea, July 4, 1914. First published by ships' crew 1914. 



a: 



Ode To An Airdale 

/JThERE never lived a better Yank than 
^ Erin, 

With the soul of honor shining from his 
eye. 
Every man in our Division was his everlasting 
friend, 
And the General spoke his name in passing 
by. 

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There never walked a sentinel more faithful. 
He would greet one at the dawn good 
natu redly, 
And he made the rounds at evening to observe 
that all was well. 
He would watch throughout the night long 
patiently. 

He was honest; he was true; he was earnest; 
And he seemed to have the comprehending 
mind. 
With a natural bent for service (though he 
asked for no reward), 
He was self-ordained the friend of human 
kind. 

In a crater hole the adversary shot him, 

With a doughboy, in the wilds of No- 
Man's-Land, 
And the comrades fell together in the cause of 
Liberty, 
With a hero's head upon a hero's hand. 

Then we said farewell with tears, Bonnie 
Laddie, 
As his gentle spirit marched across the 
doons; 
,Yet the heather of his sunshine spreads its bloom 
with us for aye, 
And the heart to true nobility attunes. 

Note:— To Erin — typical Airdale: In life a comfort; In passing a 
regret; In memory an example. 

[175] 



'Atta Boy 

4I|E comes from out the common ranks of 
"*? men like you and me, 

An effective, enterprising, normal man, 
Entrenched in each tradition of the true demo- 
cracy; 
Peace on earth, good will to men, his work- 
ing plan. 
But when his rights were raided, and his honor 
was invaded, 
He assumed the khaki of the Camp with 

And now he is delighting in the manly art of 
fighting 
For the Truth, while people hail him " 'Atta 
boy." 

(Refrain) 

Oh 'Atta boy! Oh 'Atta boy! 
We're with you heart and soul, 

In the uniform you truly are a joy. 
When youVe seen your business through, 
We'll be waiting still for you. 

In the meantime God be with you 
'Atta boy. 

The dragon's head is wounded, and he hits be- 
low the belt. 
He has run amuck and lost the Marquis 
rules. 
Still a Principle is working, and its influence is 
felt. 
It will prove the Kultur gentry to be fools, 

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There's a law in operation called the law of com- 
pensation, 
And it dooms each beastly thing that would 
destroy, 
But, thank God, you are aligned with the best of 
human kind, 
And it spells your name as victor 
'Atta boy. 



(Refrain) 

Oh 'Atta boy! Oh 'Atta boy! 
We're with you heart and soul, 

In the uniform you truly are a joy. 
When you've seen your business through 
We'll be waiting still for you. 

In the meantime God be with you 
'Atta boy. 

When the present phase is over and the things 
you've sacrificed 
Fade to naught before the mighty issues 
won; 
When you've cast Thor's heavy hammer at the 
patient feet of Christ, 
And you've heard the still small voice that 
says "well done;" 
In the great confederation which shall make 
earth one fair Nation, 
Every man God's own, all freedom to enjoy, 
We will call for you to stand with the tiller in 
your hand 
With the same old-time reliance, 
'Atta boy. 

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(Refrain) 

Oh, 'Atta boy, Oh, 'Atta boy, 
We're with you heart and soul. 

You're the bulwark of our freedom and our 
joy. 
When you've seen your business through 
We'll be waiting still for you. 

In the meantime God be with you 
'Atta boy. 

Dedicated to First Draft for duty overseas. Published in Service. 



Albert Rex 

fOU graced with dignity a royal throne, 
Albert Rex. 
By loyal countrymen acclaimed their own, 

Albert Rex. 
With high esteem and fair tradition thrown, 
Abroad, you wooed contentment to your zone. 
The world pronounced with reverential tone, 
Albert Rex. 

Then came the wrack and horror of the blast, 

Albert Rex. 
Remorseless Thor, Atilla, Odin passed, 

Albert Rex. 
Your clear cut die with righteousness was cast 
You held the maddened f oemen to the last. 
Intrepid soldier; true iconoclast. 

Albert Rex. 

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The anvil and the hearth with peace shall ring. 

Albert Rex. 
Each shame its double portion of joy bring, 

Albert Rex. 
Though aeons fade, your memory shall cling, 
While each peculiar age its wassails sing 
To thee, great man, strong hero, valiant king, 

Albert Rex. 



Note: — Written upon seeing Albert, King of the Belgians, New York. 



x 



Edith Gavelle 

OW pallid, yet withal, how firm she stands, 
With matchless verve and well poised 
dignity. 

Edith Cavelle. 



i 



A little ensign flutters on her breast, 
Stirred by the Flanders' breeze or by her heart. 
Edith Cavelle. 

Can'st thou not hear those guttural commands, 
Alien both in import and intent? 
Edith Cavelle. 

A flash of red! She falls! Yet seems to rise. 

She sleeps, and yet she wakes a dreaming world. 

Edith Cavelle. 

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Kyrie eeleison! And the world's awake! 
The thronging nations gather into troops. 
Edith Cavelle. 

The outraged universe is mobilized 
In answer to her urgent silences. 
Edith Cavelle. 



a: 



Reveille 

TITHE flower of mankind is crucified. 

^^ Earth's first-born and her best have fought 

and died. 
Ten million silent crosses say to us: 
Earth is one tomb; a grim sarcophagus. 
What has it done, O God, what has it done, 
To martyr these as blessed Mary's son? 

'Tis Easter morn. The Lord of nations sweeps 
Majestically, beyond the azure deeps. 
All Cremnitz white, the lilied mountains shine, 
Resplendent at the touch of Love Divine. 
Ten million living heroes, Christ their head, 
Proclaim the resurrection of the dead. 

Whiles o'er the ruins of each vanquished king 
The new world stands, a transcendental thing. 



Note: — First published in "Service." The name of this Sonnet was 
changed from the Birth of Easter to Reveille by the Soldier Editors, who 
reproduced the text with a Dough-boy blowing reveille to wake the world, 
as a stained glass window. 

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Preparedness 

'What I say unto you I say unto all, Watch." — Jesus. 

TL RM your navies, hard and fast — 
* ^ Man them with sons of an iron will — 
Flash the radio from your mast: 
In God's Name Thou Shalt Not Kill. 

Note: — Specially written for and used in Preparedness Campaign. 

Shantung 
I 

4w\ IVE hundred of millions of people 
*>* stand- 

Shantung, Shantung. 
With tremulous hope for their sacred land — 

Shantung, Shantung. 
While they study a Covenant broad and wide, 
Which determines each State shall itself decide 
Its life and the laws which shall there preside. 
Shantung, Shantung. 

II 

The sun of the universe shines for all. 

Shantung, Shantung. 
The weak and the strong; the great and the 
small — 

Shantung, Shantung. 
Ah, who then shall reckon with blinded eyes, 
The rights of thy millions of sons despise? 
Is it avarice seeking to subsidize 

Shantung, Shantung? 

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Ill 

Recall them the way from your ancient school, 

Shantung, Shantung. 
Which we of the West call the Golden Rule. 

Shantung, Shantung. 
Each nation shall give as it would receive. 
A Union of Hearts shall the world perceive 
Which justice and love may alone achieve. 

Shantung, Shantung. 

X 

The Madeleine 



Lady Mary Magdalene, 
Guard to-night our threatened city, 
Shield us in thy perfect pity, 
You who loved God's martyred son, 
Watching through the crucifixion, 
Once redeemed yourself from sin, 
Help us in our visitation 

Lovely Mary Magdalen. 

II 

Lady Mary Magdalene, 
All about our fanes are falling, 
Mothers from their knees are calling, 
While the hate-envenomed Hun, 
Plans our utter devastation. 
You yourself have tempted been: 
Screen us with your kindly mercy, 

Gracious Mary Magdalen. 

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Ill 



Lady Mary Magdalene, 
You who one time sought protection; 
Who proclaimed the resurrection, 
Of the God-anointed one ; 
Watch throughout our deep temptation, 
Even undisturbed as then, 
Hear us ! We are Paris calling: 

Blessed Mary Magdalen. 



Note: — During bombardment of Paris by long range "Berthas." 

x 

The Flight of the NG-4 

THEY did not drop their wheels behind 
^^ As dashing errants do, 
But took their orders from the Chief 
And did the best they knew. 

Each man applied his specialty, 
The Captain kept the log, 
As, well equipped and business-like, 
^ They mounted through the fog. 

They did not call their plane the King, 
The Kite or Cormorant. 
"The NC-4" stared from their hood, 
In regulation paint. 

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The spark was clocklike, clear and true, 

She took the gasoline, 
Each bolt and tube and wing and man, 

One organized machine. 

The orders were concise and brief: 

To blaze the unknown blue, 
And chart an aeronautic trail, 

For commerce to pass through. 

They heard no municipal bells 

Acclaim their winged ship. 
They ran on schedule and wrote : 

"An uneventful trip." 

Of course the Kings will medal them, 

Yet greater in their eyes 
Is that they put their orders through 

With splendid enterprise. 

Note: — Dedicated to commander and crew of Hydroplane N.C.-4 upon 
the first successful trans-Atlantic flight. First published in "Service." 



X 



Service 

/l|T HE battles of our righteous Cause are won ! 
^^ The far flung triumphs of Democracy, 
St. Mihiel, Chateau Thierry, Argonne, 
Blaze forth fair victories from sun to sun. 
Soft on the lovely breast of France each one 
Of those, our comrades, forordained to be, 
A sacrifice is cherished tenderly. 
Whiles we return to do the yet undone. 

[184] 



There lie before us grievous wounds to heal ; 

Fresh nations to be built and organized; 

Black stains to be erased ; to be devised 

Undreamed of plans for universal weal ; 

A world-wide anguishment to expiate; 

The cry for tolerance, an end of hate. 

Strong hearts and valiant! Hail the mighty 
task. 

Furbish the armour. Keep the issues clean. 

They live who serve. Through us the hand un- 
seen 

Shall rear His living altar. Work! We ask 

One requiem; One prayer; One tablet plain: 

These sanctified gave not their lives in vain. 



Note : — Written for the first anniversary of battles of Argonne, St. Mihiel 
and Chateau Thierry. Reproduced as bronze tablet and published in 
"Service" under direction of The Eightieth Division Veterans Association, 
October, 1919. 



a: 

To a Fallen Aviator 

7|T HERE is a little cross in sunny France, 

^^ Oh, Jamesy boy. 

And there in peace the sky's knight-errant lies, 

Ah, Jamesy boy. 
Each springtide fresh anemones shall dance, 
Bespeaking gratitude which never dies, 

For Jamesy boy, 
For Jamesy boy, mine own. 
Nor would I change that consecrated spot, 

Oh, Jamesy boy, 
For golden treasures of Aegeus' Sea, 

Ah, Jamesy boy — 

[185] 



Where fond hope fell to dust with him who 

fought, 
To rise again in Christ — and victory, 
With Jamesy boy, 

With Jamesy boy, mine own. 



Note :•— Written in Memoriam Quentin, son of Theodore Roosevelt. 
First published in "Service" November, 1919. 



J£ 



Universal Peace 

'Peace, peace to him that is far off and to him that is 
near." — Isaiah. 

4X| EW generation, 
^^ Born of one Father, 
Seed of one Mother, 
Peace be unto thee. 

Hushed is the cannon's roar, 
Silent the din of war, 
White-winged forevermore 

Peace now broods o'er thee. 

Sons of the Mighty, 
Daughters of Wisdom, 
Children of Freedom, 

Peace I leave with thee. 

God watch 'twixt thee and me, 
Keep us in unity, 
Pray let there no strife be 
For we are brethren. 

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Bright beams the new light 
Melting earth's shadows, 
Tyranny, hatred, 

Truth now has vanquished. 

Dim fades the trumpet's blare, 
Peace anthems fill the air; 
Cannon to ploughman's-share 
Love's heat has melted. 

Furled are the war-flags 
Made by minds many, 
Fair on the breeze of Truth 
Floateth Love's emblem. 

White on the zephyr's breast 
Love's graceful banners rest, 
Men, North, South, East, and West 
Hail them with gladness. 

Justice and mercy 
Meet on firm foot-hold, 
Strength and compassion 
Embrace each other. 

No fatal war-drum throbs, 
No wreathe the hearth-stone robs, 
No mother's broken sobs 
Bow earth in mourning. 

Godless alliance, 
Naught now availeth, 
Earth's fear or favor, 
All men abandon. 

r i87i 



Pride and plutocracy, 
Fade with hypocrisy, 
One fair democracy 
Mothers the nations. 

All laws spring upward 
From one Commandment : 
Love one another; 

Serve one God only! 

One church; one holy state; 
One Lord; one Potentate, 
One Mind — emancipate, 
Glorifies all things. 

Sin and suppression, 
Fear and tradition, 
Worldly ambition 

Wane 'fore God's grandeur. 

One anthem all men sing, 
One prayer to Life they bring, 
All bow to one great King — 
Love — Supreme Ruler. 

Blest Father-Mother, 
Maker of all things, 
Triumphant God-head 
Glorious Sovereign ! 

Life that gave life to men, 
Love that brought love to them, 
Thy will be done — Amen ! 
On earth is heaven. 

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REVELATION OF ST. JOHN 
THE DIVINE 



Canto I 
"/ was in the Spirit on the Lord's day." — St. John. 

"Alone with Thee, my Maker and my God," 
So spake, on Patmos, he whom Jesus loved, 
Bereft of all the human mind can give; 
Mocked by ingratitude and cold disdain, 
Tried by the sword and flame and boiling oil, 
He labored on to bring his fellow-men 
A higher sense of Life and perfect Love; 
To heal their sick and comfort them that mourn, 
Nor would he die, though death did covet him — 
"Tarry thou till I come," said the Lord. 

What was this I that he should tarry for, 
If not a revelation of pure Mind? 
A greater sense of perfect God and man; 
A knowledge of that blessed universe 
Which men with finite language have called 

heaven. 
And here at last apart from transient things, 
All worldly thought removed by Love or pain, 
The lust of eyes and flesh, the pride of life, 
Had passed away and God alone remained. 
So lifting up his lightened eyes to heaven, 
He prayed for strength to bring this conscious- 
ness 
To toiling men and free them from their woes. 

We know that there is one eternal Mind, 
That God is All and there is none beside; 
That matter is a transitory dream 

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Which Love dispels, for Mind is All-in-all, 
And yet to those who dream and think it true, 
Must come a light that they may rise new born, 
And break earth's claim, its dark mesmeric spell. 

Yet how could he, deserted on this isle, 
Talk to those deadened ears which placed him 

there, 
And show to them the errors of the flesh, 
Yea, prove Mind paramount o'er sense and sin? 
Erudition is inadequate 

To speak in words a name too great for tongues, 
The mind of mortals was too limited 
To reason frankly of the Infinite. 

With trope and parable and simile, 
The loved disciple of the blessed Truth 
Must needs depict the character of sin; 
Lay bare, through metaphor, its hold on men, 
And then, erstwhile, aspire to the realm 
Where all is peace and harmony and joy; 
Where Spirit is, and Love omnipotent 
Presides supreme to bless its pure idea. 

Behold all eyes shall see him, even those 
Who pierced him, and all kindreds of the earth 
Shall know him from the least unto the great. 
He knew that some day when the holy leaven. 
Which He, the Christ, once hid in mortal mind, 
Had worked unseen and changed the hearts of 

men, 
When times were full the Comforter should 

come, 
He foreordained to lead men to the Truth, 
And there would be a wonder in the heaven. 

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Yea, with her garments white and glistering 
Washed from the gloom by discipline and Love, 
A woman, chaste and holy, should appear, 
Explaining them the burden of his theme. 

And that with word in Spirit and in power, 
And demonstration of this Life divine, 
Would prove with Science and with certainty 
That all is Mind; there is no matter dream; 
That Love is all, while hate and fear are nought. 
Proclaiming Spirit is eternal — All. 

Thus he, the saintly scribe of Truth and Life, 
Wrote on and told the churches, "Grace to you," 
How he had heard behind him a great voice, 
And turning saw one like the Son of man. 
His head was white as snow and white like wool, 
And in his hand he poised the seven stars. 
His countenance was as the shining sun, 
And in his mouth he held the two-edged sword: 

Write thou the things which thou hast seen, 

which are; 
Behold, I am alive forevermore. 

So he wrote on inspired by the light 

Of revelation, flashing words of God, 

Rebuking firmly vacillating good, 

And sharply censuring man's wilful sin, 

Yet praising those who toiled, and could not 

bear 
Them which are evil, but who love the Truth, 

To him who overcometh will I give 
The tree of life, the paradise of God. 

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He told the churches not to fear at all 

The things which they should suffer, "For 

behold, 
Ye shall be cast in prison, to be tried," 
Then wrote he, "Be thou faithful unto death, 
And I will give to thee a crown of Life." 
To those who worshipped to the carnal mind, 
And sacrificed to idols (served the flesh), 
And made adulterate with error, Truth; 
To show these that the errors of the world 
Are all consumed in self-enkindled flame, 
With words which they might grasp and under- 
stand, 
He wrote, "Repent or I will swiftly come, 
And fight against thee with my righteous 

sword." 
Yet showed he them how love constraineth 

Love, 
Obedience brings manifest reward: 

To him that overcometh will I give 

A white stone with a new name writ thereon. 

Thus one by one the sins of earthly sense, 
Through lucid metaphor his words rebuke, 
To rouse and wake in dormant mortal minds, 
A deep desire for Love's holy heaven, 
By picturing the sure reward of him 
Who overcomes; "He'll rule with iron rod, 
And I will give to him the morning star." 

He tells them to walk, pure and clean and 

white, 
To keep themselves unspotted from the world; 
To watch that no man take from them their 

crown; 

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To be not lukewarm, (neither hot nor cold), 
But ardent, zealous in their quest of good, 
And then to show how Truth is ever here, 
And men may realize perfection now: 
Behold I stand and knock, if any man 
Will hear my voice and open wide the door, 
I will come in to him and sup with him. 

And so he seals and dedicates to earth 

The blessed Truth which Christ hath brought 

to him. 
And men for ages gaze nor comprehend, 
This message is their passport unto heaven. 
Its strangeness and its grandeur holds their eyes, 
Until the angel sounds and there appears 
The woman who should break the seals for men. 

Canto 2 

"Let him that hath understanding count the number of 
the beast." — St. John. 

Eternal Mind is God omnipotent, 

Who maketh all, His nature to express; 

The universe He made and perfect man, 

His being to declare and image forth, 

All things the least unto the great He made, 

When it was done His work was very good! 

And yet if Mind created all that is, 

What is this force which seems opposed to 

Him? 
Whence sprang the simulacrum binding men? 
Environed in the blackness of the earth, 
Who is this mortal saying, "I am man," 
Who blunders: "All is matter, nought is 

Mind?" 

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The deep mesmeric sleep whose spell doth blind 
The men of earth with its fantastic dream, 
Is blank illusion; Mind is All-in-all! 
The words of evil which the Son of God 
Came on the earth to render void, seem 
No longer real when Truth enlightens men. 
And yet before they see sin's nothingness, 
They must detect its character to know 
Its mode of operation then with Truth, 
Reduce the error to its nothingness. 
Lust and its offspring, death, disease and woe, 
Envy and malice, hate and kindred thoughts, 
Fear and its sequents, murder and deceit, 
Craft and malfeasance, pride, hypocrisy, 
Ingratitude, yea, every sinful sense, 
The Mind of Christ uncovers and destroys. 

Then glory be to him who sees and warns 
His fellowman that he too may detect 
The character and nothingness of sin; 
Who dares to picture in its awfulness, 
The forms of earth he sees in mortal mind, 
And straightway lifts his fellowman above 
The fears of earth declaring God is All. 

Blessing, glory, wisdom be to Thee, 
Thanksgiving, honor, power and all might 
Be unto Thee, forever Lord our God. 

Thus cried the Revelator from the mount 
Of vision when he saw God face to face. 

And then his thought aflame with perfect Love, 
He turning shows to mortals error's way, 
And yet, anon, before he brings to light 

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This incubus, he lifts for men to see 
Pure woman, God's immaculate idea, 
Crowned with twelve stars and clothed with 

the sun. 
The moon she tramples underneath her feet. 
And she did cry, for travailing in birth, 
She brought a man child forth who was to rule 
The nations with an iron rod, and he 
Was caught up unto God and to his throne. 
Then comes to men the light which drives from 

thence 
All darkness, and the Truth that maketh free. 

Behold, a dragon, red, with seven heads, 
Ten horns, and seven crowns upon his heads. 
His tail did draw the third part of the stars 
Of heaven, and did cast them to the earth. 

As when oft on some summer afternoon, 
A dreaming child beholds the clouds of heaven, 
And pictures in the unsubstantial mists, 
The forms of monsters and the forms of men; 
So John the loved disciple now beholds^ 
In mists of sense, the dreams of false belief. 
And, that he may depict to mortal ken, ^ 
He gives them shape; a dragon, great with sin. 
Thus he uncovers sensuality 
And fear and hate, greed and dishonesty, 
That draweth man from out his high estate, 
Where he might shine bright as the stars of 
heaven. 

He could not bring to minds so primitive, 

Unversed in analyzing sin's dark mode, 

The fact that mortal mind, sin's charnel house, 

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Is all that errs and that if they but knew, 

Their God is all this dream would disappear. 

This momentary consciousness annuls 

The law of sin that brings disease and death, 

He could not tell too plainly of this truth, 

But knew that she, the woman, who should come 

Within the fulness of allotted time, 

Would tell with Science what he pictured there. 

Then he behalf the conflict which must be, 

How even she, the bringer of good news, 

Would be maligned and evil spoken of. 

Yet she would conquer through the might of 

Mind. 
The Truth discovered, sin would fain reverse, 
And claim to heal by its mesmeric spell. 
Through her they would detect sin's subtilty, 
And cast it out, enthroning Love their God. 



"And as I stood," spake he, "I saw a beast, 
And on his heads the name of blasphemy." 

And all the world did wonder at the beast, 
And worshiping the dragon bowed themselves 
Unto the beast: "Who can make war with 

him?" 
Thus with the dragon and the beast as types, 
He flays the sense's base autocracy, 

And all on earth shall worship unto them, 
Save those whose names are in the book of Life. 
The bestial phase of mental argument, 
The unseen, silent urgencies of sin, 
Called mesmerism, hypnotism, will, 

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Whose occult influence, unseen to men, 
Induces them to lose their true estate, 
"Dominion over all the earth," and binds 
With subtle influence the dreaming world, 
Compelling them to dissitude and woe, 
To murder one another, hate and kill, 
Which casteth them in darkness, mental night; 
This evil argument whose lawless law 
Would dominate, intimidate and crush 
The sons of God (through malice seal their 

doom), 
Must be uncovered, handled, rendered void. 

The strength of sin lies in its sorcery — 
'Tis null when brought to light by perfect Mind. 
And yet the earth, inert, is loath to wake, 
And understand sin's mode to tread it down. 
So John, to startle mortals, waken them, 
Portrays the beast, his type of mental sin. 

And all, both rich and poor and great and small, 
Receive the mark upon them of the beast, 
They needs express, until Truth makes them 

free, 
The animal beliefs of mortal mind. 
Then to show forth the torment that must come 
To those who worship matter, bow to flesh, 
And make a God of things unlike pure Mind; 
He tells men that he hears an angel speak; 
Come hither, I will show thee the great whore. 
The judgment of the thing that made earth 

drunk. 

He saw a woman on a scarlet beast, 

And decked with pearls, a gold cup in her hand; 

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And MYSTERY upon her forehead written. 
She reigned o'er tongues and multitudes and 
kings. 

Thus he uncovers lust to mortal eyes. 
And shows how it destroys its own self, 
The beast on which she sits shall burn with fire, 
And eat her flesh and make her desolate. 

Then raising high his voice unto the heaven, 
The loved one, seeing God's omnipotence, 
Cries: Babylon is fallen, her reward 
Is doubled her according to her works, 
The light shall shine no more at all in her! 

Then malice, hatred, enmity, revenge, 
Which bring on murder and engender wars, 
He sees cast out of mind eternally. 
Therefore rejoice, ye heavens. . . . There was war 
In heaven, Michael and his angels fought 
Against the dragon; and the dragon warred, 
And fought his angels, nor did they prevail, 
Nor was their place found any more in heaven. 
Lo, now is come salvation, Victory! 
The kingdom of our God and of his Christ. 
He who accused our brethren is cast down! 
And they o'ercame him by the Lamb's pure 
blood. 

We give thee thanks, O Lord, Almighty God, 
Which art and wast and art to come, because 
Full power thou hast taken, and hast reigned. 

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Canto 3 
"And I saw a new heaven and a new earth." — St. John. 

In thee, O Love, I dwell forevermore, 
The God inspired writer sings as he 
Beholds that death and war have passed away, 
While harmony and Life alone remain. 
The curtain falls; earth's tragedy is done. 
Our God hath wiped the tears from all their 
eyes. 

Pure peace, and joy and that sweet conscious- 
ness 

Hath come to men and they have called it 

heaven. 
The leopard, wolf and lamb lie down in peace, 
A little child doth lead them. All is Love. 
Nought now remains but everlasting Life. 
There is no sorrow, death nor pain, nor tears. 
The former worldly things are passed away, 
Love's kingdom reigns and earth is Paradise. 

He saw the perfect heaven, earth was fair, 

The city New Jerusalem from God, 

Come down from Spirit like a bride adorned 

To meet her husband, and he heard a voice ; 

Behold God's tabernacle is with men, 

And He shall dwell with thee, and they shall be 

His people. God himself shall be their God. 

Enraptured in this vision of pure Mind, 
Inspired by his insight of the real, 

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Eternal universe and perfect man, 
Uplifted by this glimpse of Life divine, 
Which he should enter when (his mission done), 
He left forever this poor outworn world, 
Caught up unto his God and to his breast; 
He sees as though it were, a great white throne, 
And he that sat thereon did say, Behold, 
Write! these blest words are faithful and are 
true; 

And I will give to him that is athirst 
Pure water freely of the fount of Life. 
And now ascendeth his enraptured thought 
To a high mountain where a city stands, 
The New Jerusalem, all fair, from heaven, 
Having the glory of the living God. 
The city is pure gold and like clear glass, 
And has no need of either sun nor moon, 
Tis lightened by God's glory and the Lamb ; 
The innocent idea of Truth and Love. 
The gates of it shall not be shut at all 
By day : for night is never reckoned there. 
And in this holy consciousness of good, 
There shall in no wise enter anything 
Of earth or which defiles, or that which works 
Abomination or proclaims a lie; 
But only thoughts of Life and Truth and Love, 
And those which sow in peace and reap in joy; 
Who love each other with abiding love 
E'en as the little children, with no strife, 
Nor thought of who shall be the greater one. 
No thought of mad ambition (Who shall lead?) 

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A little child enthralls them, led of God. 
Love is supreme and all is harmony. 

Environed yet with men the writer sees 
The blessed reign of one eternal Mind. 

Here Love makes all lie down in pastures green, 
Where men are clothed as lilies of the field, 
And fed by living manna; Christ their bread. 

And from the throne of God and of the Lamb, 
He saw a river pure of water flow 
From Life, — as clear as crystal. In its midst, 
The tree of Life which bears its living fruits, 
And yieldeth forth her blessed fruit each month. 
Its leaves are for the healing of all men 
And nations. 

Disease is shown an unreality, 
By Mind which heals all sickness, pain and fear, 
Distorted dreams which flee before the light 
Of Love, that heals the sick and gives the blind 
Their sight and opens wide earth's prison doors; 
Dispels their darkness, through Mind's radiance. 
The Lord God giveth all forever light! 

So conscious of his unity with Truth, 
He sees one Mind supreme o'er its ideas, 
Directing all in peace and harmony, 
All men may realize this perfect state, 
Yea, all who will may enter heaven now. 

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Some far off, distant day or spot remote 
Brings ever blest salvation; Time is here, 
To purify our hearts and see our God — 
He begs men cast out every evil thought, 
And never leave the one eternal home : 
Without are dogs, whoremongers, sorcerers, 
Idolaters and murderers, black fears, 
All mortal sense which loves and makes a lie. 
He turns them to the kingdom of pure Love, 
From whence the Spirit and the bride say, 

Come. 
O, thou that heareth Love's sweet voice say, 

Come. 
Let him that is athirst come. And who will, 
Let him take freely of Life's water, clear. 
The scribe of Spirit in the light of heaven 
Hath finished now his work and says: Amen, 
Grace to our Lord Christ Jesus and to all. 

He leaves his revelation's legacy, 

To thunder down the ages, holding men 

In wonderment until the blessed day, 

When one shall come to open wide the book, 

And loose the seals thereof, reveal to earth 

The shame of sense and grandeur of their God. 

Anon, his face aglow, reflecting light, 

He turns forever more from earth to heaven, 

Whiles in the Life that swallows death and sin 

In victory, ascends he to Love's realm. 



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INDEX 

Abelard and Heloise 71 

Abraham Lincoln 171 

Adversity - - - 13 

Ah, Lovely Thrace 68 

Albert Rex 178 

As a Man Thinketh, He is 87 

'Atta Boy 176 

Awakening, Canto 1 (Mary Magdalene) 43 

Beatitudes, The - 7 

Behold the Man 109 

Benediction 39 

Be not Afraid 105 

Be Well 96 

Birthright - - - - - 10 

Carnal Mind, The - - - - - - - - 76 

Confession, Canto 2 (Mary Magdalene) 46 

Dante 131 

Defeat and Triumph 30 

De Profundis (Mary Magdalene) 45 

Dewdrop, The 38 

Dream of Sin, The - - - 22 

Edith Cavelle 179 

Epic, The - - - 123 

Fear Not 10 

Fidelity 98 

Flight of the NC-4, The 183 

Giotto's Tower 70 

God 3 

God Is My Strength 85 

Good Is My God 107 



Grant ----- 172 

Gratitude and the Lepers 104 

Guide Thou Me, Lord 94 

Healing Anthem, A - - 116 

Healing Lullaby, A ■ - - 89 

Healing of the Blind, The 93 

Healing of the Nations, The 19 

Heaven --38 

Holy Bible, The 82 

How the Great Peace Was Brought About - - 169 

Human and Divine Love 21 

I Know a Garden with a Limpid Pool 69 

Immortal Mind 75 

In Hoc Signo Vinces (Mary Magdalene) 56 

In Love I Rest 112 

Inspiration 27 

I One Time Saw a Grecian Column Stand - - 67 

Joy 157 

Judge Not 25 

Laus Deo (Mary Magdalene) 52 

Law 37 

Legend, A 36 

Leviathan 148 

Liberty 79 

Library at a Country House, The - 148 

Liege - - 172 

Life, I 72 

Life, II 73 

Light of Life, The 33 

Love I 74 

Love II 74 

Madeleine, The 182 

Madonna and Child 28 



Man 5 

Mary Magdalene - 41-64 

Michael Angelo - - - - - - - - 71 

Millennium 36 

Mind Healeth Sickness 108 

Miserere Nobis (Mary Magdalene) 49 

My Friend - - 39 

My Ode to Love - 32 

Now ---■- 31 

Obedience 33 

Ode to America 173 

Ode to an Airdale 174 

Our Leader and Other Poems 3-39 

Our Leader 3 

Peace 158 

Poems of Spiritual Healing - - - - 83-119 

Practitioner's Room, The 135 

Pray Ask Me Not to Stand Among the Great - 81 

Prayer 77 

Prayer That Heals, The 90 

Preparedness 181 

Pride - - - - 18 

Prodigal Son, The 132 

Prologue (Mary Magdalene) 42 

Protected ---- 166 

Purity 79 

Quest of Sir Chrystaval, The 136 

Raison d'Etre (Songs of a Pilgrimmage) - - 122 

Reformation, Canto 4 (Mary Magdalene) 52 

Repentance, Canto 3 (Mary Magdalene 50 

Requiem - - 165 

Resurrection, Canto 6 (Mary Magdalene) 62 

Reveille - - - 180 



Revelation of St. John the Divine - 189 

Risen with Christ 141 

Sacrament - 142 

Santa Croce 70 

Savonarola ----68 

Sculptor's Prayer, The 14 

Sea of Galilee, The - - - - - - - 144 

Secret of Christ, The - - - - - - .- 146 

Service 184 

Shantung 181 

Shepherd Boy, The 15 

Sic Transit Gloria Mundi (Mary Magdalene) - 42 

Song of Life, The 97 

Song of Songs 147 

Songs of a Pilgrimage ------ 121-161 

Songs of Armageddon 163-188 

Sonnets of Soul 65-82 

Spirit 81 

Spirit of Sure Success, The 113 

Steadfastness, Canto 5 (Mary Magdalene) 57 

Substance 80 

Taddua 125 

Tanks of Angleterre, The 164 

Te Deum Laudamus (Mary Magdalene) - - 61 

Thank God, O My Heart 119 

Thy Will Be Done 37 

To a Fallen Aviator 185 

To a Little Clock 150 

To Maeterlinck 151 

To My Blessed Grandmother 151 

To Sir Johnston Forbes-Robertson - 156 

To the President of the Republic - - - - 170 

Transformed 152 

Triumph of Womanhood, The 167 

Truth 77 



Unity of Love - - 78 

Universal Peace 186 

Virgin Knight, The 23 

Walk to Emmaus, The - - - 102 

Welcome Man, The 153 

Woman 155 

Woman: Humanity's Helper 155 

Woman's Day - - 159 



NOTES TO FORMER EDITIONS 

Preface to "Our Leader and Other Poems" - v 

Foreword to "Poems of Spiritual Healing" - viii 

Preface to This Edition xii 

Proem to Bi-Centenary Edition - ix 



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